Religious blasphemy, bloodstains, killing sprees, masturbation, sodomy, misogynist/homophobic ranting -- and that's all just in the first three minutes. Frozen Corpse Stuffed With Dope is like some kind of post-apocalyptic nightmare playground where everything sick and wrong with the world is proudly on display. The lyrics are simply psychotic, generally in creative and bizarre ways, like on the first line of "Drinking Games": "Thank you for your purchase and [for] helping to fund the creation of enough liquid LSD to contaminate the New York City water supply for the next ten years." But sometimes they cross a line after which it's hard to know how to react; when they say, "Science, like government and God, is not big on being queer" ("5 Band Genetic Equalizer"), how is that supposed to be interpreted? It's hard to say (and that's not the only troubling line on this album). Moving on to the music, this is even more relentless and punishing than previous Agoraphobic Nosebleed efforts, with harsh, lightning-fast drum machine beats and a whole slew of vocalists (three official bandmembers plus a handful of guests) screaming and yelling atop Scott Hull's Earache-schooled grindcore riffing. The album is set up as a rapid-fire sequence of short, explosive tracks (most under a minute) with some voice samples and electronic/noise interludes. Clearly, a lot of work went into putting it all together, but still, there are some frustrating things about the album: the drum machine is way up in the mix compared to the guitar and bass, the vocals feel forced in certain spots (because the lyrics are so convoluted), and some of the interludes just slow the momentum down rather than providing much of an effective contrast. (Another of Hull's bands, Pig Destroyer, does a better job in this latter sense.) There are some incredibly intense sequences on this CD, but in other parts, there is a lack of focus behind the extremity that takes away from its impact. In that sense, considering how long was spent on this CD (and considering that this may be the best over-the-top grindcore album title ever), the end result is slightly disappointing.
Frozen Corpse Stuffed with Dope Review
by William York