This is the debut album from US grindcore band Fake Dust.
Decrepitizing Din of the Cerebral Psyopticon assaults the listener with 20 minutes of withering material spread out across 19 tracks. Fake Dust are not messing around. This is a ferocious mix of grindcore and powerviolence that will knock your socks off.
The obvious reference points for this are Discordance Axis and Insect Warfare, but don’t let that make you think that this is some pale imitation. No, Fake Dust more than hold their own. Played with exacting precision and no small amount of technical ability, these songs are lethal. It’s a harsh, unforgiving listen, and not something for the uninitiated. For fans of grindcore though, this is a godsend.
Embrace the chaos. Embrace the relentless brutality. Embrace the savage darkness and blistering intensity inherent in a genre played by artisans uncaring of how much damage they cause. This is murderously nasty stuff. It’s mayhem incarnate, but it is not thoughtless; Fake Dust know exactly what they’re doing with the style.
Fake Dust only include the very best parts in their songs, making for a record of highlights. Amidst the technical extremity the music twists, turns, and roars. It fractures and is reformed a hundred times, leaving the listener lacerated and bleeding.
Despite being an abrasive blast-fest much of the time, the music manages to avoid becoming one-dimensional. This is achieved by skilled songwriting and high levels of quality control. This includes time spent on structure, dynamics, and flow – although not things commonly thought of when considering grindcore records, these are actually important components that many bands overlook in favour of raw violence. Fake Dust have the latter in spades, but they also have the former too. The songs on Decrepitizing Din of the Cerebral Psyopticon may be short, but they’re well-written.
Decrepitizing Din of the Cerebral Psyopticon will restore your faith in grindcore. Or, if you never doubted it, then it’s a new exemplar of the style to hold up and point at when extolling the genre’s virtues. Either way, Fake Dust offer up an adrenaline-soaked hit of grinding ferocity that’s simply too horrible to miss.
Essential listening.
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