Cannibal Corpse is a band I have had very little association with over the years. I did encounter their music occasionally through a friend and I also recall their memorable cameo in Ace Ventura: Pet Detective playing "Hammer Smashed Face." However, for all intents and purposes, Evisceration Plague is my first proper introduction to the band.
Prior to my getting the album, I did hear a couple tracks that were played as part of a Metal Blade podcast along with interviews with a couple of band members; I believe it was primarily George "Corpsegrinder" Fisher. The songs were "Carnivorous Swarm" and the title track. At that point I new I wanted to get my hands on the album.
Evisceration Plague is a very solid album and I feel better from the experience of listening to it, even if there may now be a little stagger in my step and a little dried blood in my ear. Something tells me this is a common reaction to their music, though. Twelve songs are packed into a running time just under 40 minutes and is packed with a steady stream of ferocious energy that is tight and finely focused in its delivery. This is a band that has honed their skills to a fine blade, wielding it with the surgical precision of a baseball bat.
The music offers a bit more subtlety and technique than I was expecting. While I anticipated the baseball bat, I did not expect the skill with which it was used. To use another baseball analogy, I expected a Mark McGuire-steroid-enhanced bashing and instead got an Albert Pujols work blast with class. And, sure, I realize it is a little odd to equate Cannibal Corpse with class. After all, this is the band that has drawn the ire of government officials and parents groups for years over the offensive nature of their lyrics and cover art.