Flush It Friday: The YouTube Brutal Death Industrial Complex
Complex? It seems pretty simple to me, bud
The YouTube algorithm—when not trying to throw you headlong into the conserva-cuck pipeline, shove the new Mr. Beast video down your gullet, or recommend you absurdist horror from 16 years ago at random—can be a half-way decent means of finding something fun(?) to watch. It builds off what you watch to perfectly orchestrate the exact feed needed to keep your wide ass at the trough. I’m mostly used to it spitting out random Jerma highlight videos and various lefty circlejerk pieces, but I’ve noticed the algorithm has picked up on the truest essence of my being, the fact that I am the one and only slam queen.
Yes, the overlords at the Alphabet Corporation (read: the Great Satan) have finally determined, based off of the various obscure 2000s brutal death metal albums I blast into my ears from heavily compressed uploads, that the best way to retain Ms. Ghoulson’s attention is to unload as many albums from channels like BrutalDeathMetalTV and The Most Brutal Sounds unto my person as possible. The result has been, if anything, much better for my mental health than the deluge of doomer political content that normally occupies my media diet (and makes me a fucking bummer to be around).
I mostly began noticing this after ripping the new Wreathed album Convulsing Equanimity (easy recommendation) on the ‘Tube, where my escapades led to a 1999 full-length from grind-influenced BDM group Reinfection, titled They Die for Nothing, that brought some serious speeding muscle and frenzied shrieking to songs named really dumb shit. From there, I took in a much groovier, slamming showing from Germany’s Despondency in the form of the creatively-named God On Acid. Thoughtful, touching numbers like “9mm Headfuck,” “Viral Humanicide,” and “Fucked” show a distasteful adherence to guttural brutality and pummeling riffs, the kind you can only get from some fuckheads sporting an ugly ass painting of some bullshit on the tin.
This also resulted in me revisiting some old highlights that I haven’t been as thoughtful towards. The repugnantly nasty stylings of Digested Flesh‘s The Answer To Infection are always a good bit of rancid, fetid fun. Malicious Hate‘s 1996 LP, In The Name of Hate, is a record I’ve always considered an underground, unappreciated classic in the genre, bringing crazy energy and viciously gratifying songs in a sub-20 minute package. Cerebral Hemorrhage, who you may remember from this year’s MDF coverage, are the closest you can probably get to “the thinking man’s brutal death” on their landmark Exempting Reality album.
All this is to say, I look forward to using this algorithmic blessing to continue digging up some rank bullshit in the effort to impress my fellow meatheads and meatheadettes and further turn my brain into an unrecognizable mush. This is a brief one, but fuck you buddy, I’m on vacation. Let’s see what’s been circling the bowl.
I gave a review to the new AJJ album, which bummed me out as a long-time fan:
The Toilet Radio horror heads give a look into the horror comedy Psycho Goreman:
Bowl residing grandma Faith Wurthing continues her quest to create the best T-Shirt quilt of all time:
G? B?? U??? It’s more likely than you think, bucko. Drop it below before I drop you.
