When my friend and I saw the inscription saying «Corporation Of Bleeding» on the tape we were going to listen to, my first thought was: «Do you guys pay your taxes in time, huh?». However, another expressive inscription saying that the band is located in Indonesia (and nothing more given) forced me to suspect that perhaps these guys don’t pay their taxes at all, for the only ones who would insidiously hide their address from the eyes of their grateful listeners would be either diehard true-black-metallers who are afraid that somebody would call for the high-speed adolescent-pimple-gouging squad, or Indonesian corporate partisans, hiding from taxing police in the bamboo dug-outs. I didn’t really like the first option, so I settled on the second and safely started to listen.

Well, well, well. It looks like our partisans have recorded this in the same place they live — that is in the dug-out. This recording possesses a rather so-so sound quality, and only fans of the «true» underground will be able to disregard it. Fortunately, it’s quite possible to hear every instrument amidst the wave of sound. This Indonesian quartet plays a more straightforward local version of early Brutal Truth and Cryptopsy — the same technically intricate death-grind with guitars buzzing like a working drill, bass gurgling in agony, high-speed crapping of drums and absolutely indecipherable vocal howls. Unfortunately, not everything is so wonderful as it may seem from the first sight. If you’re hoping to hear more or less memorable guitar melodies and/or harmonies in the music of Corporation Of Bleeding, you’re brutally wrong — the sound that these six-stringed «man’s best friends» are emitting resembles ultraspeed slop-eructation by a turd-sucking machine on the sewage workers’ virtuoso contest. Of course, it’s quite possible to understand several riffs sometimes, but unfortunately it doesn’t happen that often. Apparently, the band’s bass player was recording his parts during epilepsy paroxysm, because I don’t think any physically and mentally sane man would play a musical instrument in such a chaotic and frenzied fashion. Drums… my god, these drums! An avalanche of hysterical sounds thundering from the drums’ side inexorably infringes on the helpless listener with the speed of feral morning diarrhoea, which implacably threatens to turn into a massive natural disaster. The thing that disappoints is that all efforts of the drummer are used to keep the high speed of playing and he simply doesn’t have enough left to do anything else. As a result, the drums sound pretty weak during the high-speed moments and the bass drums practically can’t be heard throughout the whole tape. The vocalist discontentedly mutters something about his sexual (judging by the song titles) problems in the microphone and doesn’t even try to make his mutter more or less decipherable, which does not really matter, given the bands choice of musical style.

All in all, these components make up quite complex, though dumbish, yet solid and fairly interesting death-grind as it was played in early 90s. I recommend this both to fans of Cryptopsy’s first album, and Brutal Truth’s full-length debut. In the future. I would advise the band to make their music more coherent and distinct. Additionally, many listeners won’t be against more memorable riffs. Lastly, the sound quality needs to be improved for sure. The band has everything else, so all I have to do is to wish them luck and wait for their next release.

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