It might just be me but, in the case of some of the long-standing death metal bands, and I’m talking those who’ve been around the block as many times as Cannibal Corpse have, I find myself greeting each new release with a kind of “meh, whatever…” reaction. Not the case with Cannibal Corpse who, sure, they haven’t reinvented the wheel on their new album Skeletal Domain, but, as George “Corpsegrinder” Fisher barks the opening lines of “High Velocity Impact Spatter,” I find my insides doing a little “fuck yeah, they’re back!”

Unrelenting from the outset, Skeletal Domain is just Cannibal Corpse doing what they do best – brutal horrific gore/death metal played with their trademark blood-splattered groove. “Fire up the chainsaw…” Fisher howls on “Kill Or Become” and, while you know you’ve heard something similar a million times before on every other Cannibal Corpse album, deep down you’re glad the death metal heavyweights have never changed. “Icepick Lobotomy,” “Bloodstained Cement,” “Headlong Into Carnage,” it’s business as usual for the controversial brutalists who bluntly batter out their festering rage with the kind of ease that comes from over twenty-five years of fine-tuning their murderous art.

The one downside to reviewing Cannibal Corpse these days is that, because they deliver exactly what it says on the tin, it gets increasingly difficult to find variations of the same thing to write. One thing I will say is that I’m sat here listening to the raging “Icepick Lobotomy” wishing I had hair as long as Corpsegrinder because I would happily try and recreate his trademark windmilling headbang right now! Fantastic stuff guys!

Track Listing:

01. High Velocity Impact Spatter
02. Sadistic Embodiment
03. Kill Or Become
04. A Skeletal Domain
05. Headlong Into Carnage
06. The Murderer’s Pact
07. Funeral Cremation
08. Icepick Lobotomy
09. Vector of Cruelty
10. Bloodstained Cement
11. Asphyxiate To Resuscitate
12. Hollowed Bodies

Run Time: 43:58
Release Date: September 16, 2014

Check out the song “Sadistic Embodiment”


I have an unhealthy obsession with bad horror movies, the song Wanted Dead Or Alive and crap British game shows. I do this not because of the sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll lifestyle it affords me but more because it gives me an excuse to listen to bands that sound like hippos mating.