Who Corrupts - The Smell Of Money EP - Eugenics Record
5 Hollowpoint Rounds To Your Skull
Running Time: 7:55
After more 7" and Split EPs than an orgy at the Robotic
Empire HQ, The Windy City's corporate conquerors are here
to downsize your rib cage with the most fierce grindcore
these ears have heard this year.
Punching in to the sound of a world gone flatline, 'Your
Mama On The Rocks' takes a sudden swerve around the mailboy
and into a lumbering, disjointed groove for about thirty
seconds, only to slam into the front door of the office.
The serene tones of 'Whose Ball Bearings Need Greasin''
provide a menacing quality that will leave you tossing
bodies from the glass elevator once it reaches an altitude
sufficient for making your (now) ex-coworkers bounce. Instead
of the standard grindcore vocals, which have always come
across to me as either my garbage disposal choking on a
bone or a broken dog whistle, He Who Corrupts use clean
yelps and gritted teeth to deliver the week's State Of
The Corporation report. Make no mistake about it, this
isn't just noise hurled onto a disc and spat out with little
regard for quality...HWC know exactly what they're doing.
'Pain In The Tight Pants' hides its deceptive swagger in
irony and behind a horrifically intricate downbeat, which
just makes the pummeling 'Fuck This And F That' hit just
that much harder. He Who Corrupts punches out with 'Grinding
For Jesus', doing more damage in under eight minutes than
scab workers like Slipknot do in an hour. Remember that
scene in Office Space where the fax machine finally got
what was coming to it? That's The Smell Of Money, only
the fax machine is your manager, and the body is not only
broken, but torched, and a pig is roasted over the flames.
Get this disc and get it now. Yesterday, even. All I'm
saying is, you do not want to be on the receiving end of
this corporate takeover.