SURGICAL METH MACHINE – SELF TITLED(2016)
Release Date: 15th April 2016
℗ 2016 Nuclear Blast
- I’m Sensitive
- Tragic Alert
- I Want More
- Rich People Problems
- I Don’t Wanna
- Smash and Grab
- Gates of Steel
- Just Go Home
- Just Keep Going
- I’m Invisible
From the instant we open this incredible journey, the speed takes your attention, albeit a simple accompanying beat to Al’s formative rant about people going on a rant. But at very least we are provided with decisive clarification as to Al’s position regarding the observations of others, and how they affect his very being. I’m quite certain that the expression ‘I don’t fucking care’ is reasonably clear to most folks informed in the nuances of contemporary vernacular. Following Uncle Al’s elucidation we launch into something so furious and fast paced that I’m forced to pause and consider the availability of the nearest defibrillator lest my accompanying cardiac rate lead to ventricular fibrillation. We immediately gain insight into Al’s determination to create something that is “a speed metal listener’s wet dream”.
Tragic Alert maintains the obvious determination of Surgical Meth Machine to smack over the head at an unprecedented rate with a malevolent intent to bring us to a premature and demise.
By I Want More, the industrial metal edge having crept relatively quietly thus far, rears its head and joins the speed assault in earnest. Rich Peoples Problems reduced the speed assault marginally, and just in time to bring the heart back from the point of bursting. Only track four and I must admit to being mesmerised by this collection and the diversity thus far, particularly with old school punk rock elements sparingly sprinkled throughout. I Don’t Wanna takes this idea little further, both in musical content and lyrical delivery. The appearance of Jello Biafra is sensationally blended into this track as are the solos and drum bursts only a mechanism could produce.
By Smash and Grab the realisation hits that this collection, albeit focussed upon pace and impact, is a journey through Al Jourgensen’s complete musical catalogue, with influences bursting from every darkened recess. Unlistenable is an interesting series of narratives accompanied by noise, which I suspect is exactly the point. The music, or lack thereof, I personally believe represents perfectly the confused, ill-educated mind of the music hater. The state of mind and musical taste of the thoughtlessly critical individual who spits on the work musicians sans cogency, credibility or credence. ‘You don’t like it? Fine don’t listen to it but, shut the fuck up’ doesn’t seem to provide the desired influence over the sideline faultfinder. Perhaps this track will assist them to nut up or shut up.
Gates Of Steel has me waiting at the introduction for Johnny Rotten to bounce in with vocal punch, but instead the group vocal delivery and instrumental style elicits so many memories of bands past. A very clever track indeed. Then immediately Spudnik follow on without breaking a single step, but certainly breaking the feeling of the former. Perhaps representative of a meth induced recollection of historical events, moulded into something, at very least referenceable to actual events.
Just Go Home lures the listener further into the chemical induced dreamscape of confusion and distorted reality, sprinkled with brief snapshots of sobriety. Instants suggesting it may indeed be time to Just Go Home before something portrayed in your personal nightmare, manifests itself reality. That is until Just Keep Going represents the contradictory guidance of your drug induced alter ago offers a different, and more attractive course of action. Even the music suggests a more appealing and exciting alternative. I’m Invisible is such an appealing finale, but I must reserve observation as to where this fits. I harbor my own position but I would simply rather hear Al’s own words to this track. To be continued….
Short of breath and heart pounding in exhilarated bewildered astonishment is the least you can expect from this creation. Being straight from the mind of Uncle Al, I cannot wait to appreciate his guidance through this remarkable journey. Being only a matter of hours until that occurs, I am filled with intrigue, along with a sense of foreboding. Perhaps the fear and reservation that through understanding, I may be swept into an Al-esque mind frame.