Release Date: January 24, 2012
When I hear Belgium’s Aborted I think of the perfect soundtrack for Life Of The Living Dead. A nihilistic tech-death grindgore apocalypse.
Nearly four years have passed since Aborted‘s previous studio effort, 2008’s Strychnine.213 was released. A longer than normal gap for the band. In the midst of a changing line-up, the band released a 2010 EP, Coronary Reconstruction. After which the band, somewhat dematerialized, leaving only founder and frontman Sven de Caluwé. In 2010 Sven spent a good chunk of that timeframe working with wife Miri Milman on his honey-do band, System Divide. After recording their debut album, The Conscious Sedation, and subsequent touring, de Caluwé headed home to regroup…literally.
For Aborted‘s seventh album, de Caluwé surrounded himself with the likes of guitarist Eran Segal (ex-They Swarm, Whorecore), guitarist Michael Wilson (System Divide, ex-Abigail Williams), bassist J.B. Van der Wal (Leaves’ Eyes, Atrocity), and drummer Ken Bedene (Abigail Williams, ex-Abysmal Dawn). Segal wrote and worked with Sven on the Coronary Reconstruction EP, which contained five tracks, three of which returned along with guitarist and writer Segal for Global Flatline.
With a beastly new line-up instact the band entered Hansen Studios in Denmark with producer Jacob Hansen back in June and proceeded to carve out another soul-goring slab of corpse-grind brutality. To make matters more deathtastic, Sven reached out to a few friends for some diseased throat cameos. Adding their own sonic unpleasantries are Trevor Strnad of The Black Dahlia Murder, Julien Truchan of Benighted, Jason Netherton of Misery Index, and Keijo Niinimaa of Rotten Sound.
A few have complained that Global Flatline is not as raw, not as brutal as Aborted‘s early work. Certainly technology as abated a bit of the coarse factor, but nothing has diminished the band’s inhuman ferocity.
The song titles alone are simply sick (“Fecal Forgery”, “Of Scabs and Boils”, “Nailed Through Her Cunt”), but the music; the growling and harsh vocals, the infected guitar onslaught, and the depraved rhythm section, could impair a mere mortal for life.
After the table-setting intro “Omega Mortis” oozes from your speakers, the album’s title track claws its way in like a caustic sonic earwig, crawling into your cranium, picking its way through your grey matter.
Listen to “Global Flatline”
More sonic hostility unloads like a freight train on “The Origin of Disease”, the video for which can be seen below.
Each track cuts its way through like a dull scalpel until there is nothing left but prolapsed organs, raw nerve, and flayed tissue. Even the melodic, hardcore tinged “Of Scabs and Boils” seeps of audible decay.
Other than the brief discordant intro of the mid-tempo “Expurgation Euphoria”, there is no room to breathe on Global Flatline. One track is as equally as face-ripping and malignant as its predecessor.
Aborted fans rejoice for the guys are back with more than a dozen tracks of inimical and corrosive annihilation. To steal a line from the album, “your suffering will be legendary.”