There’s disgusting loss of life metallic, there’s brutal loss of life metallic, then there’s loss of life metallic that walks right into a room and makes you surprise if anybody else in that room has a restraining order in opposition to it. Post-mortem might have pioneered this model of whiplash, burner cellphone grooves in opposition to parole-violating subject material, however Jarhead Fertilizer—that includes principally present or former members of grinders Filled with Hell—has taken the campy concept of that putrid stance and added to it an actual-world violence. What do you count on when their namesake (and emblem fashion) comes from Dystopia and the monitor “Jarhead Fertilizer,” a crusty anthem that holds a decidedly anti-navy stance. Jarhead’s weapons are completely different although, imbuing their accomplice act’s trudging and noisy powerviolence tendencies with heavier-weight, loss of life-addled grooves that set the stage not for cartoon skeletons or zombies however for a rusty-edged ambush in a skeezy again alley. A circle pit can be too snug.
Efficiency is the center of heavy metallic, and loss of life metallic isn’t any completely different. However typically that tough-to-grasp heft that defines the brutality of utmost escapades can take a second to latch. That stage of base aggression and easy look blew a little bit by me the primary couple instances I heard 2021’s Product of My Atmosphere. However over time, hooked by morbid curiosity to its depth, the incendiary pattern selections, feverish dips into stone-fisted breakdowns, and reckless drum expression that thunders as each murderous skanks and reluctantly managed freeform fills, Jarhead received my coronary heart over. Or, relatively, they ripped it out, threw it down, and stomped it till it bought the message. Acts in related hardcore/slam house like Snuffed on Sight or Physiquefield possess this identical ability of maneuvering by means of remedial rhythms with an elevated stumble, however Jarhead wears it with a harrowing loss of life-aligned roar.
The hammering but pure circulation all through Carceral Warfare owes its shiv-like precision to neatly timed bursts of heaving loss of life metallic. Deep and vibrating animalistic snarls tee-up riffs the best way you would possibly hear in a primary Post-mortem reduce however with a special form of mania—the voices of beings who grew up on the earth that an act like that spat at (“Cell Warrior,” “Mark of the Beast,” “Hysteria”). Regardless of the viciousness and anger {that a} straining throat can manifest, Jarhead permits their mangled manifests to run by means of flush filters and different hazy modulations to denounce the humanity that the world round them tries to current (“Blood of the Lamb,” “Parasitic Pathology”). The panorama constructed by these primal chugs and carnal hisses oppresses.
A various array of media references and sound inclusions provide a singular environment with layers of enjoyment. Opening Carceral Warfare with beats match for an El-P rager and recalling that dirty, city malaise in “Torture Cage” infuse an industrial hip-hop edge that’s as threatening as it’s unconventional. Persevering with to seize the strain of a downcast life, Jarhead pulls samples that spotlight the inhumanity of conflict (“Wrath of Judas”) and name out the various vices (“Carceral Warfare”) of human conduct, even calling upon a tripped-out studying of Revelation 14:9-11 (“Parasitic Pathology”). None of those clips learn straight, although, every receiving pitch-shifting, wonky panning, fizzled fades—something to assist these snippets devolve into the grumbling bass and jagged low-finish runs that await them.
Regardless of how distant Carceral Warfare steps away from the normal oompa bounce and piercing, feral leads of deathgrind, a thuggish tremolo and riff lurk within the shadows. And irrespective of how far right into a societally disgusted message that Jarhead Fertilizer steps, a catastrophic tom barrage and demonic gurgle conjure a crooked-lipped, lacking-tooth visage of nihilism. I haven’t a footing for any lyrics throughout beatdown—this worldview rests in motion not speech. It’s not elevated. It’s various sufficient for its sub-30-minute run. Carceral Warfare’s solely query is whether or not you settle for Jarhead Fertilizer in all their scummy glory. And in the event you don’t? Properly, you higher study to sleep with one eye open.
Ranking: 4.0/5.0
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stream
Label: Closed Casket Actions | Bandcamp
Web site: jarheadfertilizeroc.bandcamp.com
Releases Worldwide: December eighth, 2023