It’s Monday and Mondays suck, so let’s grind it out with Genghis Crack.
What’s in a name? That which is pissed off enough would blast as well. Look, it’s a cheap-shot Shakespearian quote, but whatever. This is a no-holds-barred piece of pissed off-ery that’s as raw as the genre advertises. Perhaps even more so than we’re used to. The band is called Genghis Crack. You clicked on this; I don’t know what you’re expecting beyond getting your grind on.
And that’s what the Iquique, Chile unit does: they get grinding for about thirteen-minutes and don’t relent. Yeah, it’s nine tracks, but they’re all total bangers. And not all one-trick ponies. Genghis Crack combine powerviolence ethics with grindcore that finds itself more comfortably branded in the latter, but still plenty (power)violent.
If the ethics of grindcore is persistent, pissed off, vicious blasting (and it is certainly rooted in that), then Genghis Crack have the formula rooted down without batting an eye. Oh sure, the first bit of “Neborg Ancestral” sounds like it’s about to introduce you to an EDM or hip hop record, but it’s not. It’s kinda like Magrudergrind actually. Hip-hop influenced elements directly inserted into the songs that lead into unforgiving grinding segments. And despite Magrudergrind doing it on their 2009 self-titled record, it’s surprisingly not all that emulated. But that last bit is an aside.
Genghis Crack is violent as hell. Their snare is ripped straight from Last Days of Humanity’s Putrefaction in Progress, and that ain’t a criticism. “Cripy Worshipers” (their spelling, not mine), for example, is vicious. A track that sounds like its peeling your flesh straight off. The blasting gets the track moving and doesn’t stop. Oh sure, there’s a guitar lick in between the blasting, but really, it only serves to tie the room together. It’s a noisy, rabid piece of grind that’s over as quickly as it began.
There are powerviolence entries on here as well. The album is, as I’ve already stated, more grind oriented, but tracks like “Ancestros Drogadictos” are very powerviolence driven. The beat gets erratic but still stays catchy as hell. It’s like Spazz got into Insect Warfare and had a baby. And really, you could describe a crap load of this album that way.
Genghis Crack only has this self-titled record to their name, far as I know. But they’re off to a helluva start. The interludes between songs can be a bit long, but it’s a small price to pay for some seriously raw grind. I don’t get the band name, and I don’t care. Get grinding this Monday with some Genghis Crack.
I'm here.
