If album of the year lists weren't a big pile of cancerous nothing perpetuated by people nursing a swollen sense of smug self-importance, second album 'Songs of Ill Hope and Desperation' by the cumbersome Clinging to the Trees of a Forest Fire would have racked up a hyperbolic phrase or two.But album of the year lists are a big pile of cancerous nothing, so it probably didn't, not in a world in which Six Feet Under continue to exist. Nevertheless, this Colorado trio are filthy. Their frantic blend of crust-caked grindbastardry and slab-dragging blackened sludge riffs is like a emaciated, bloodsplattered survivor clawing in panic on the earth walls of a mass grave, screaming for rescue, death or the soothing balm of madness. In a moment of inanity, they dubbed themselves 'bestial funeralgrind' and while the last thing the world needs is some humourless cunt picking that up and running with it... it does fit quite nicely.
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