Since their malformation in 2014, the San Franciscan sickos CARTILAGE have brewed a special concoction of gory Deathgrind so foul, it would leave Carcass and Impetigo screaming in horror.
After spending their formative years sharpening their axes, the crew entered Greg Wilkinson’s Earhammer Studios to spawn their debut full-length Dialect of the Dead (2017). Upon its release, members Mark Wallace, Teresa Flory, Michael Flory, and Adam Houmam spent the next few years spreading their grotesque gospel to terrified audiences across the greater U.S. and Europe.
2020 saw the addition of bassist Kienan Hamilton adding his pummeling low-end to the quintets next two blood offerings; the self released and recorded Gore-Met EP (2020) and the Matt Harvey (Exhumed) produced full-length The Deader the Better (2022) released via Creator-Destructor Records. With a wealth of shows throughout the East and West Coasts and a US tour with Gruesome under their leathers, the five-piece have tightened into a well-bloodied machine.
The dead may rest but the grind goes on. Cartilage are serving up another frenzied feast with a new EP, Tales from the Entrails: A Necrology via Everlasting Spew Records. The blastmasters took their studio operations to home base, enlisting Scott Evans (Kowloon Walled City, Ghoul, Thrice) for recording and mixing duties, while the genre’s perennial grindfather Leon del Muerte (Impaled, Exhumed, Nails) handled mastering. The Bay Area gore titans continue to spill their guts across the land but with new tools in their trade: twisting harmonies and cinematic set-pieces now compliment Cartilage’s arsenal of blistering blasts, ripcord riffs, and deranged shrieks fans know to expect.

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Vomitous vocals spew across layers of crazed drumming and guitar nastiness to spray gore into the face of whichever unsuspecting victim picked up this gruesome demo. The riffs puncture flesh like a meat hook while the cymbals add frenzy to the mix with punctually grooving snare and kicks to liquify your brain. The bestial nature of the vocals is absolutely wild and shall certainly have goregrind fiends salivating for more rabid disgust. Naturally the short song lengths keep everything to a frantic burst of bodily fluids which don’t get a chance to lose impact, only showing the furious and malignant nature intended for the music.

Each of the tracks will break into a different cavity and violate you with musical displeasures. Certainly a strong first impression from this Mexican outfit who keep things stripped back to the most primal, ugly and violently grinding ichorous filth imaginable. Changes in tempo and atmospheric parts may come as a surprise but it all remains a portrait of horror, gore and decomposition. Burst the malignant pustule, I dare you…

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