Ignore the moldering moniker and Fulci-approved artwork, the only graves Wormrot seem intent on defiling are those housing dead political ideologies. Despite an amusing disparity between songs cataloguing the band’s hatreds and others calling for the world to come together in peace, Abuse is a Singapore slingshot of barbaric grind in the vein of Insect Warfare. And one that just might be better than World Extermination? (Did I say that out loud or did I just think that?) At least the scab-raw production is, anyway.
“Freedom to Act” jumps like a frog with a firecracker shoved up its cloaca, and “Fuck…I’m Drunk” boasts an involved, scuttering riff that belies the deliberate stupidity of the title. “Murder” fractures an Iron Maiden gallop over a 324 blast. And how many other bands would have the balls to Ginsu indie rock ingénue The Yeah Yeah Yeah’s “Rich” – boasting some of Abuse’s tightest blasts, to boot – on their debut fucking album.
The only word for Abuse is precision. It's a fractal infinity of craftsmanship that demands repeated, attentive listens. When’s the last time you said that about a grind album? Jon Chang bitch screams war with toilet busting turd grunts, trading off just before either manages to push a song into boredom and banality. There’s a precision involved that almost gets lost in just how familiar Abuse is, even at the first listen. You can anticipate the vocal changeups and Rasyid’s whiplash guitar stops and rubber ripping peel out assaults. And I could write a dissertation on Fitri’s astonishingly tight, stuttered drums on “One Round Away.”
With the end of the year rapidly upon us, I had been sifting through the year’s offerings. It’s been a year of good grind but I had not found an obvious front runner like in 2008. Until now?