Cavalera Conspiracy : Blunt Force Trauma
Blunt Force Trauma is indeed a vicious musical fist to the face; a heavy blunt object, wielded with traumatic force to the back of the scone. There’s little subtlety and little experimentation: just balls-out thrash metal, hardcore and neck-snapping breakdown grooves, as embodied in Thrasher, alternatively the most flat out track on the record, but also possessing the fattest groove. This is music to prehistorically crush skulls to. It’s music to scare the shit out of your neighbours and your mother.
The songs? Well, they’re typical Cavalera fare: primitive, straight ahead, no bullshit. Lyrics that spit hate and fury and reflect the more violent side of this world we live in (check out the title track: “Blunt force trauma / Violence disorder / Suicide bomber / Now you in a coma…” it isn’t Shakespeare, but then, it’s not meant to be). Only very occasional hints of melody and dynamics (check the outro of Target).
The only variation across the record lies in the juxtaposition of hyper-kinetic speed and massive, fat grooves. Consequently, Blunt Force Trauma approaches some of repetitive monotony in the latter quarter of its length, but this is music for the moshpit, not to wine, dine and woo a prospective partner to on a romantic first date.
It appears that Max does indeed get more psychotic the older he gets, and with his brother back on board, laying down the grooves with pure brute strength, Cavalera Conspiracy are a thrashing force to be reckoned with.