Rest In Gore - Culinary Buffet of Hacked Innards
Slamen Rider.
(Originally submitted to the Metal Archives on May 19th 2021)
Every once in a while I come across an album
I am fully prepared to dislike, but end up enjoying way more than I’d
like to admit. This time it was Rest In Gore’s Culinary Buffet of Hacked Innards,
which I originally dismissed as another slam album without any
substance. After multiple listens, I can safely say that there’s still
not much in the way of substance, but I’ll be damned if it isn’t one of
the more entertaining albums I’ve listened to recently.
There’s one thing worth getting out of the bat right now; this release
is dumb as shit. There is nothing overly technical about it and like
other slam albums it’s completely focused on slow and mid-tempo caveman
riffing. The closest thing you’ll get to a fast section here is Ryu
Tsuchida blasting away underneath a mid-tempo riff, giving things a
slight sense of urgency. Masaki Hidaka’s guttural vocal performance
provides yet another layer of filth to the proceedings, never straying
from his disgusting sewer monster growls. The closest thing one will get
to anything resembling technique on this album is some of J’s
basslines, which provide some extra flavour on tracks like “Putrid
Autopsy” and “Pathogenic Germs”. That being said, this album’s
unadulterated display of stupidity is its main draw. It is the furthest
one could get from being innovative, and does not push the envelope in
any way, but its simplicity is what makes it so enjoyable.
The production is also worth mentioning, since it’s part of what makes
this album as fun as it is. The drums themselves are pummeling and cut
through the mix, especially the ping-y snare, but what really takes the
cake is the guitars. Good lord they are heavy, to the point of
making the bass nearly obsolete. Despite that, I find it hard to
complain about the mix here, since the album is all about being heavy,
and it undoubtedly succeeds on that front. It’s such an unapologetically
filthy album and I can’t help but respect the commitment the band has
shown to making the nastiest music they could.
It’s by no means a perfect album. As you might’ve realised at this point
in the review, it’s a slam album, with all the good and bad that
entails. So if you don’t like the style I can assure you, you won’t
enjoy this. There’s also the fact that despite it’s sub-30 minute
runtime it can still feel a bit long due to how one-note it is, and it
would’ve benefitted massively from some more spice, like the
aforementioned bass sections. It’s an album that shows you all it has to
offer right off the bat, and your enjoyment of it will depend on
whether you like what you’re hearing on the first track. There’s also
the fact that the songs run together after a while, and if someone put a
gun to my head and asked me to highlight a single riff on here I
wouldn’t be writing this review right now.
Culinary Buffet of Hacked Innards, is an honest album and doesn’t
shy away from being itself. It’s dumb, filthy, gross and I like it all
the more for that. It won’t rock your world by any means but it’s still a
half hour long bludgeoning that I don’t regret subjecting myself to.
After all, sometimes all you need to do is reject modernity and return
to monky.
Highlights: Septic Apoptosis, Putrid Autopsy, Gutrectomy, Pathogenic Germs

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