Mordacious - Suicide Club

They say that the industrial genre has gotten very stale in the past few years. Naysayers, left and right, keep on announcing doom and gloom for a scene and genre that used to be the forefront of artistic and social pioneering. Others just remind us all that not all of the new stuff is bad, after all, some music after all is made to just have some fun on the dancefloor.

And then, from time to time, a new band just appears from out of the blue and release the album that sets all the quarrels aside, that collection of songs that make everyone happy and keep everyone entertained.

Well, this is not the case.

Mordacious Infacted Recordings debut album is a poor attempt through and through, no matter which aspect you want to analyze: the music itself, aimely mostly at the dancefloor, sounds like someone dug up the discarded demos of Suicide Commando, "Axis Of Evil" era (that is, 10 years ago), and gave it a bit of polishing here and there, making sure to use a plethora of saw leads from your trademark "aggrotech approved synth" of choice (I suspect heavy use of ReFX Vanguard, but I might be wrong). There's absolutely no display of skill in arrangement or songwriting, the tracks all feel like loops badly glued together, more often than not ending abruptly, and the production is truly lacking as well: the bass just won't "oontz", no matter how loud I played it.
And if you are a DJ and, reading this, you think you might still be able to use a song or two to diversify a bit your harsh EBM set, think again: this stuff is just not good enough to keep people dancing, either.

With song titles such as "Penetrate", "Face Fuck", "Tragic Doll" and "Execute", I knew the I wasn't in to find Shakespeare here, but the lyrics are truly an offense to intelligence: I am pretty sure there must be people who are happy to hear stuff like "shut your mouth you stupid bitch" for the millionth time - I can think of a certain troll on a certain internet forum, who prides himself in being sexist, for instance - but seriously, we truly demand better at this point.

Add the usual samples of bad orgasms, and whispered vocals hidden behind the usual layering of pitch-shiting and digital distortion, and the recipe for failure is finally complete.

The four remixes done by Alien Vampires, Assemblage 23, FGFC820 and C-Lekktor makes the pain just a bit more bearable, but truly, no one felt the need for those either: while all well executed - and in this, contrasting starkly with the poor effort of originals - there just wasn't enough good material to work on.

One does wonder, at this point, how bad must be faring the renowned Infacted Recordings label to sign a band like this. Then again, I learned that I should never underestimate the love of the German scene for bad taste. Jun 05 2012