CD REVIEWS ISSUE 9 Page 5
By Erik Fong
The Wretched Spawn
What can you say about Cannibal Corpse that hasn't already been said while taking a knife and cutting a girl from the neck, down, to the anus? The most refreshing thing about the Corpse is that - much like Slayer - they've known exactly who they are since day one and don't even bother trying to fool themselves by journeying out of their element. So rest assured, old school fans, there are no new surprises on The Wretched Spawn. It's 13 tracks and 45 minutes of the same old Ace Ventura-starring sellouts that you've come to know and love.
The era of vocalist George "Corpsegrinder" Fisher has given Cannibal Corpse more breathing room, allowing the instruments to venture out a bit further than they did while under the rule of Chris Barnes. But the riffs still remain with the school of old, a handful of modern day death metal-style time signature jolts providing the only sign of evolution.
What else do you need to know? They still have long hair, f**ked up CD covers, disturbing song titles ("Severed Head Stoning," anyone?) and Paul Mazurkiewicz. Whatever your opinion of Cannibal Corpse may be, this album won't change a thing. You'll still love or hate them. So the point is this: You just wasted 60 seconds of your precious life reading this review.
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