Black Fucking Cancer s/t

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Artist: Black Fucking Cancer
Album: S/T
Year:2016 June-24
Country of Origin: USA
Record Label: Osmose Productions
Review by: Singleton

The first thing that needs to be declared about the band Black Fucking Cancer’s self-titled album:. this is not a band or album you can listen to quietly. It is simply not possible.

I discovered Black Fucking Cancer by browsing through Paolo Girardi’s artwork on Facebook. A good way to find new, awesome music is checking what well-renowned and adored artists have done recently. In case you aren’t familiar with Mr. Girardi’s work… stop reading now, and briefly feed your eyes with his depraved works of majesty before returning to this review: https://www.facebook.com/Paolo-Girardi-231799530190138/

With a name like Black Fucking Cancer, I had no idea what to expect as I hit play on the Osmose Productions Bandcamp page, which stated, “ Black Fucking Cancer propagates ritual subjugation and mass execution” I found that I couldn’t agree more, as initial ambience of the album gives way to a shredding guitar, and riffs that one cannot help but recall the feral riffing of Katharsis. Black Fucking Cancer is a vein of its own intensity.

Like the mad stabbing of bladed fingers, the self titled album hits. Commanding hellfire through sonic manifestation:Wrath, Devastation, and Chaos. The guitar work is that of nails stabbing into eyes mark every song, but the well placed jabs do not set the pace for the whole album. As if grabbed and dragged into a black mass of sludge, Black Fucking Cancer mixes doom elements in to meld with the characteristic level of aggression that makes this album so memorable. This intensifies the depravity through methodical slowness by which the music works itself into the ears.

I would normally like to include the lyrical content to provide a full and thorough review, however the lyrics are written in a variation of the symbol that I haven’t sat down to decipher. Methinks I’ll leave that for when I purchase the LP for ease of viewing nuances, and a follow up review to elaborate.

If you still have not picked up a copy of Black Fucking Cancer’s self titled album, dear review reader, please allow me to urge you to pick up your copy, be it physical or digital, and prepare for a desolate and crushing favorite to enter as a mainstay in your collection.