Aborted: A Cold Logistic Slaughter: A Video Breakdown
A blast (beat) from the past!
I’ve long been a fan of Aborted‘s punishing mix of groove-laced death, and 2005’s The Archaic Abattoir is still among my favorite albums to spin when I need an instant injection of chaotic energy. I still find it hard to believe the band was so young at the time of that album’s release. Such intensity at such a young age. That means they put out their first album while they were still in elementary school! While most of us were still struggling with playground politics and learning how to fake out our parents to keep us home sick, these guys were already logging hours in a studio creating The Purity of Perversion.
Just take a look at the baby-faced band of brutalists in the video below, as they embrace a scrappy DIY approach to making some of the best death metal of the genre.
The 1997 Geo Tracker – official vehicle of slaughters everywhere – cold, logistic, or otherwise.
Toilet Ov Hell
They’re so young they hadn’t even learned how to properly walk.
Hey mom it’s me, yeah I’m upstairs, hey can you bring me some ramen? … *sigh* fine, I’ll fold my laundry first, jeez.
NOT THE BEES, AAAHHHH
IT’S STILL IN MY HAIR GET IT OUT GET IT OUT HELP ME AAAHHHH
When you & your buds split a 30 case of Surge.
*reads VHS label* Uh oh, we taped over Jeremy’s First Trepanning. Mom’s gonna be so mad.
Special appearance by Reposted Avenged Sevenfold Fan.
Phantom of the Underpass.
YOU WIN, BEES, YOOOUUU WIIIIIIIN
The classic “bust a nut on the singer’s back while he gobbles the mic-cock” stage move.
Hey guys I’ll keep pace with the song, just in case it helps.
Oh shit there’s still a bee in my hair! Gaaaahhhh!
Dammit dude, why’d you jump in the river like that? Do you know how disgusting that water is? Ugh, you reek of it. I swear to god if you get those seats wet in the Tracker my dad is going to flip out again and ground me from practices for a month. I guess you can just sit on Steve’s backpack, that thing already smells like ass. Anyway let’s hit Taco Bell and call it a day.
