Pretty bog-standard by today's..er...standards, and even in '93 this no-thrills gore show paled in comparison to the likes of Obituary, Morbid Angel, Death and the likes, but the original realm of the dead was crammed with similar acts vying for the crown of gore kings, Suffocation, Gorguts, Gorefest and the likes were also spewing out indecipherable clots, but it was all pretty welcome to ears at first. Cannibal Corpse, then fronted by chief growler Chris Barnes, were considered slightly cheesier than some of the more complex or darker bands, and when you hear 'Bloody Chunks', 'Hammer Smashed Face' and 'Skull Full Of Maggots' you won't be shaking your head in disgust but simply laughing along at the grisly tales that you'd come to expect. cannibal Corpse maintained quite a cult following even after Barnes left, and some of their records have been reasonable, but this kind of blood-spattered death metal I can take with a pinch of salt, but this album is worth its place even if there were hordes of better records. If you're expecting a speedy gruff blur of predictable death metal, you've come to the right record. I'll stick to the watery, doom-laden groans of Autopsy.
6/10
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