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ANGRY HARDCORE DROWNING IN ITS OWN TESTOSTERONE
Fume's caustuc, virtriolic hardcore is a brutal excercise in sounding really pissed off. Living up to their moniker in furious style, they tear through each song like they've just caught it rogering their mothers. It's seriously heavy, interspersed with heavy, Neurosis-styled moments, and it's great, right until you realise that's not a 'Rambo' sample, the singer actually sounds like that, and the whole thing loses its appeal faster than Bernard Manning in a Mosque. It doesn't sound tough, it sounds constipated, spoiling an otherwise killer slab of hardcore. Somebody get these boys a new singer, or some laxatives, quick.
DOWNLOAD: 'Suicide Landscapes'
FOR FANS OF: Stampin' Ground, Terror