Released: 2001, Independent
Reviewer: Michael De Los Muertos
Death metal from France? Are you skeptical? If you are, you aren’t alone. That’s exactly how I felt when I put this disc into my CD player. Six tracks later my buttocks were red with tread marks from the soles of French combat boots, because this CD certainly kicked my ass.
This is nasty, balls-out, punishing death metal. The kind of bands on the members’ thanks lists are Cannibal Corpse, Skinless, Krabathor, Immolation, etc. After hearing this you’re not surprised. These tracks are full of grinding, low-tuned guitars and pretty standard Cookie Monster vocals, but here it’s done quite well and never delves into the morass of death metal boredom that is populated by so many third-rate death clones. First of all, Peter Hertz is actually a pretty dynamic vocalist. Sure, it’s low-pitched growling, but there are highs and lows in his vocal performance, and he is never monochromatic. (Oh, by the way, I believe these vocals are in French. I say “I believe” because you can never totally be sure about death vocals, unless you’re talking about Chris Barnes, the only death metal vocalist who could moonlight as a United Nations interpreter). Jean Christophe Kwasniewski is innovative in his approach to death metal guitars. Punishment is always his main goal, but some very interesting riffs demarcate the aural landscape. Of these six tracks, the title track, “Disfigured Human Barback” (why it’s spelled differently than the title of the album I’m not sure) is probably the best, beginning with a slow, doomy dirge, grinding into equally slow, growling French, then punching into a very traditional 1990s death metal style with alternating faster and slower parts. There aren’t any noticeably dull or substandard songs here. The album keeps a consistent pace all the way through. And for a self-produced album, the production quality is absolutely impeccable. I wonder if the guys spent a lot of hard-earned francs on this – it certainly sounds like it!
This CD is definitely worth the time of any serious death fan. Perhaps I’m not open-minded enough, but I can’t say I would have expected a kick-ass death metal band to emerge from Paris. The French excel at food, wine and painting, but, along with world wars, death metal is not something they have a reputation for doing particularly well. Fœturpurical may have a pretty good shot at changing that, and drenching the grand old tricolor with a healthy helping of bloody entrails. Vive le France!
Send $6 to: Fœturpurical, c/o Triquenot Peter, 22 rue Pepin, 93100 Montreuil, France, or try their web site, http://www.foeturpurical.com