March 8, 2007

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Country Medical Examiners, Olidous Operettas
Relapse Records, 2007

If there’s anything a metal musician can’t resist, it’s big words. Next time you’re at a party with a bunch of mullets, find the most scowly one and start talking about politics in completely made-up words of 5 or more syllables — at the very least you’ll end up giving birth to a term that makes Websters in a few years. Carcass was among the first acid-popping black-metal bands to walk the tightrope of multisyllabic malfeasance (seriously, who could forget “Lavaging Expectorate of Lysergide Composition?”), but with them gone, who better to carry on these ExLaxian expulsions than a band whose tag-line goes “The Doctor Is In…Sane!” (most likely these bug-eyed psychos hiss and run like deer when they smell monosyllabic Abercrombie jocks). At any rate, the CME sound (they had me at “Expeditious Evisceratory Mishap”) is a mid-tempo excursion of exceptional exuberance, its vocals dominated by the now-commonplace trade-offs of Quorthon and diarrhea-monster, guitars appropriately ratty. B+ Eric W. Saeger