Like being chewed alive by a pack of bestial behemoths whilst multiple jackhammers unrelentingly assault the senses, Area 666, the new album from death punk destructors Turbocharged, is one irresistible carnivorous tempest of unbridled intensity and sonic annihilation. Unleashing fourteen antagonistic predators with the energy and power to not only break down the sound barrier but ravage it with pure inventive spite, the album is pure ruinous intent and mastery. If there has been a hungrier violent fury released this year it is hard to recall but Area 666 is undoubtedly one of the most enjoyable and invigorating.
Formed in 2000, Turbocharged went from a trio at the start to having increasing and decreasing line-ups for the initial few years before finding itself back to a three piece again. This period also saw a demo recorded but it was unreleased. 2008 saw the band now back to a trio deciding to abandon the search for replacements for the lost members and the release of the Branded Forever demo. Its successor Arrogantus Metallus appeared the following year with the band also appearing at the Thunders over Miriquidi festival in Elterlein with the likes of Törr, Death SS, Kat, Interment, and Tormented. Debut album AntiXtian was recorded in the spring of 2010 though delays meant its release was not until December 24 that year, Lemmy’s birthday which in many ways listening to the new release is more than apt. Released on CD through Chaos Records a short while after, the release was well-received as the band continued to build their reputation with live shows which saw them sharing stages with bands such as Violentor, Sofisticator, Paganizer, Die Hard, Obsessör, Hell (Uk), Hammer, Children Of Technology and many more. The MCD Christ Zero of last year increased their stature again but you can only feel that Area 666 is the trigger to the fullest recognition and awareness. The album is bloodthirsty, nasty and at times plain vicious but it is a war on the ear you just do not want to stop or find mercy within.
The trio of vocalist/bassist Ronnie Ripper, drummer/vocalist Freddie Fister, and guitarist/vocalist Nick Shitstorm a.k.a. Old Nick, do not take a breath before sending a tsunami of riffs and rhythms crashing down on the ear with the title track, the scowling growls of Ripper instantly there to scold the senses. Soon into its stride the track is a punk infested scourge of guitar and drums with the bass adding extra unkind menace to proceedings. Littered with glorious anthemic gang chants and sharp bladed grooves the track also shifts through varied gait and intensity which seamlessly moves from breakneck adrenaline driven rampage to lumbering almost suffocating death throes and back again. It is a staggering start which is occasionally equalled but always challenged across the album.
Swarm does exactly as it says on the tin, just with more vehemence and vitriol than maybe hoped. An incessant scrub of sonic intrusion and rampant rhythms coated in a predacious riffing which leaves the body exhausted and cowering, the track is a blaze of ferocity and compelling maliciousness. Again like its predecessor, the song offers switches in attack and weight not forgetting hungry hooks and sonic imagination which tear at the passions to restrict escape. Standing toe to toe with the opener it is easily backed up by Christian Corpses and Worshipper, the first an almost sing-a-long like blistering where you can imagine Motorhead fans on extreme metal karaoke nights blissfully letting rip whilst the second is a darker rapacious malevolence, though no slouch on the fire searing energy and riff driven maelstrom front either. A scorching solo from Shitstorm sends the appetite into rabid hunger whilst the assault as a whole is pure addictive heavy-duty frenzy.
Through the likes of the brilliant sonic devouring that is Masses, Mortals and Maggots, where submission to its barbarous charms is instant, and the voraciously attentive Godfearings Cunts where senses are under a deluge of either heartless riffs or guitar majesty, Turbocharged pile on the intensity and pleasure whilst the crushing juggernaut of a murderous antagonist Scavengers Of the Light and especially the wonderfully severe Churchfire Commando take those same emotions into overload. The last of these is sheer scintillating toxicity, grooves and riffs make an insidious union to entrap and enflame the listener whilst the pestilent savage throat of the bass and the bone splintering rhythms are inhumanely lethal.
Every track on the album is a welcome bane, the further likes of noxious The Slut and The God and the fearsome closer Christcrawler making potent confirmation. Though across the album there is an open diversity, the surface assault of tracks means if the first couple do not do it for you than a run for the hills is in order as there is no change to the devastation pending. If like for us Turbocharged rip immediate subservience from the passions than Area 666 is a dangerously epidemic treat.
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