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Tracklisting:
1. Party At Your House
2. Fuckable
3. Satanic Disaster
4. Right Click...Save As...
5. Cartilage Holocaust
6. Lady And The Dormant Sponge, The
7. Delivery Day
8. Ohlala
9. Living In The Plastic Age
10. D.O.A. (Drunk Once Again)
11. Promenade
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Band Name: Carnival In Coal
Album Name: Collection Prestige
Release Date: 2005-06-28
Label: Elitist Records
Producer: Axel Wursthorn
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For those fans who must buy each and every album with the word 'mosh' in front of the catalog number, Carnival In Coal might take a bit of warming up to. Yep, these guys are pretty out there and after a complete listen of this album, the average metalhead is likely to be left scratching their head and wondering how this band ever landed a deal with Earache. Not because they aren't entertaining, but because they are so absolutely musically schizophrenic that it's almost disturbing.
From total grind to a disco rave-up that will have you heading for the closet to pull out an Abba album or two, Carnival In Coal run the gamut of sonic diversity, along the way incorporating plenty of effects and twists that keep it all interesting. That said, the straight-up discothèque material is not going to get that big of a rise from the fans that expect Hate Eternal-type offerings from the Earache imprint. After playing 'Cartilage Holocaust' for several discriminating metalheads, the consensus was that the disco needs to go. Instead, it's more likely this tune is what will be spinning at the Earache Records holiday get-together.
When 'Delivery Day' turns from Devo into Death Metal, it's certainly a shock and tracks like 'Fuckable' prove that Axel Wursthorn has quite the twisted sense of humor. Possibly this record is so acutely bizarre stems from the duo's French residency, more likely it is due to cheap drugs and diverse musical influences. Although 'Collection Prestige' is Bunglesque, the music here doesn't sound like Bungle, it is simply arranged in a similarly odd manner.
At the end of the day, songs such as 'Right Click… Save As…' possess a certain quirky appeal likely to connect with those tripsters who are currently grooving on rad stuff like Horse The Band. Ultimately, Earache has always had a touch of goofy happenings going on (remember Lawnmower Deth?), but this is pretty far out, floating somewhere between Pluto and oh, nevermind. Check this out if you're a freak.
Review by: Erin Fox
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