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    Heaven's Metal #38/The Terminal Generation

    The Terminal Generation

    Die Like a Pig

    Reviewed by Doug Van Pelt

    Label independentHeaven's Metal #38November 1992
    industrial metal

    Here's a groovin' industrial band with lots of screaming guitar leads to dominate all the excess noise going on all at once here. Human Mole (the name of the guitarist, not a song) is a shreddin' guitarist. The band's most intense moment comes in "Human Garbage," which is a no-holds-barred commentary on abortion. With drilling sounds in the background, you'll hear voices like, "Sedate her, now this one survived, make sure she doesn't see it alive/it's freedom of choice/it's freedom to kill." What follows is a sentiment most of us would like to hear an abortionist say, "Oh my God, what's going wrong. The child is alive, not human garbage." The song ends with a closer look at day-to-day reality in the US. "We're almost done, it's dead/Next in line, just close your eyes." The rest of the material is just as intense. The band states its goal as "creating a new standard with fat beats to crush the truth into the heads of the ignorant, bombastic bass to make chests hurt, industrial keyboards to remind the masses of the materialistic oppression they live under, screaming guitars to represent today's anxiety and psychotic vocals that bring up question the sanity of sick society." Hugo the vocalist's screams in "The Pain" rival any of Michael Knott's most passionate moments, capturing real, raw agony. The double-bass monster run in "She is the Devil" is full-on brutal. Any speed metal band would love to own the chops displayed by Human Mole here. Hugo adds his own million miles an hour (I'm serious) vocals as well. Wow! Overall, the songs are tight, have individual direction and have superb sonics. This is the best industrial-like stuff I've heard in the underground. The lyrics make a point to zero in on Jesus and His power to save. It's not totally clear why a couple art paintings/drawings of semi-nude women appear on the inside of the J-card. It's artsy and not erotic, but sure to raise a few eyebrows. For ordering info, write: PO Box 1906, Monrovia CA 91017.

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