Retroview: Terrorizer - World Downfall

When I was 14 years old, I thought Lawnmower Deth was a fantastic band. I also liked this album a lot. But like "Satan's Trampoline," in retrospect, "World Downfall" is awful. I know it is heresy among the world of internet metal nerds to say that Terrorizer sucks, but it is the truth.

Grindcore is mostly a terrible genre full of boring, generic riffs and talentless morons that can't write songs. Therefore, it makes a lot of sense that grindcore "musicians" worship this album, because it is very, very boring and they are retards.

Some grindcore is tolerable because the songs are short, so if it sucks, it's OK because the song will be over in 30 seconds anyway. Not so with Terrorizer! They're happy to repeat the same couple riffs again and again, for nearly 4 minutes in some cases. The arrangements are so basic and dull that even Discharge would be ashamed of themselves if they were responsible for them. Likewise, Terrorizer's child-like lyrics make Discharge's simplistic, subhumanly-stupid chants sound like Shakespeare. "Why?" is like Finnegan's Wake compared to "Corporation Pull In."

And as far as production goes, I don't know who thought Scott Burns would be a good grindcore producer, but they were wrong. All you can hear is the fucking hi-hat going SSHSSHSSHSSH and Oscar Garcia's wretched barking.

But "World Downfall" is not without its merits. Aside from the cover, which is quite good, the best part is the thanks list in which they thank "N.W.A." and "E.Z.E." I am disappointed that although this album has been out for 20 years and they have been interviewed countless times, nobody has ever asked them about this!

Pete is seconds away from the emergency room, attn alcohol poisoning dept. She takes off her shirt in a second, too.

For bonus laffs, don't forget to watch the infamous Topless Radio interview with Morbid Angel (NSFW). In this interview, Pete Sandoval is on the verge of falling into an alcoholic coma and has the physique of a concentration camp survivor. He manages to ramble on and on about how he invented "dee blass beat" in 1986, though, and it's pretty entertaining. I tried to put it on Youtube but the fucking fascists wouldn't let me because of the bewbs. Where is Mike Muir to fight against censorship when you need him?!

In any case, this album is generic, boring grindcore that is to blame for legions of crappy imitators that have clogged my ears for nearly two decades. It's even worse than Carcass, who were also awful. Listen to Unseen Terror instead. If you are getting angry right now, you should probably consider suicide, or at least self-castration.