God In A Machine - Complex Animals

"Fuck Yeah! Let's cover our album with beheaded Roadkill!"
That's the message here, from Oklahoma's "Only" Industrial Metal act, God In A Machine.

The figurehead of the project is a rather terrifying freak of a character, entitled "(4)". On paper, he may seem like a Slipknot wannabe (he even has the mask), But I'm pretty sure he could floor the 8 remaining members in a second.

GIAM are kindred bands with the Industrial act Pittersplatter (previously reviewed here), and the acts combined make up a myriad of masked, deranged, perverted, apocalyptic sickness.

(4) and his work is Industrial Metal of the heaviest, heaviest order. "Villian" is not just brutal, and aggressive, but the vocal work is also corrosive and coherent. The Electronic aspects are as deranged, eerie, and abusive as you'd expect from a package that markets themselves as "Audio Terrorism".

Really, when you form a band and claim that the reason for doing so is "A way for me to NOT kill you all", and then put a mass of blood, gore, and violence on your CD cover, I somehow feel that a "Parental Advisory" sticker would be a bit of a stupid move.

This album jumps through flaming hoops, in a successful attempt to prove how tough it is - tracks go from heavy but coherent, to mangled distortion, to the lesser heard "FUCK! My Headphones are melting to my Ears"!

Just when you think you can enter the world of (4), and survive the onslaught, the Piano-laden contrast of "Dreams (In The Witch House) might just be enough to send you spiralling into an abyss of tears, while you rock back and forth, asking for "Mommy".

17 Tracks. 49 Minutes. One Bullet, cleverly disguised as a "Play" button.
Boom. Headshot.

Effects may result in Tears, Trauma, Nausea, and Distress.
God is In A Machine, and fuck... someones pissed him off. May 03 2011