Warthur
Borrowing grindcore's compositional tendency towards microsongs and brutal death metal's instrumental assault and "burping frog" vocal style, Mortician cook up on their barbecue some dubious cuts of meat - tastes a bit like pork, come to think of it - wrapped up in a bun which wavers on the borderline between deathgrind and brutal death metal. My personal gut instinct is that they just about end up falling on the brutal death metal side of the line - they don't quite have the rough punk abandon that tends to characterise grindcore for a lot of people - but your mileage may vary.
The album in general follows a rather simple formula - well-chosen horror movie quote, burst of music, horror movie quote, burst of music, and it goes on like that until it just sort of ends. What saves the album from being a total joke is the atmosphere it establishes; for the most part, music and quotes alike are well calibrated to create a delicious sense of dread for the listener. It doesn't always succeed - and I think the album begins to lose steam a little towards the end, if I'm perfectly honest - but it's exciting stuff when it does.
