Review of Infertile Surrogacy - Postulate of Mass Genocide EP

Death metal from Congo? Really? When I reviewed Devast’s Art of Extermination a while ago it stood as the only death metal act from the continent of Africa (Algeria to be exact) I’d come across at the time. Now comes Postulate of Mass Genocide by Infertile Surrogacy and the question becomes, “Is African brutal death metal the next big thing?” Well, maybe not big, but certainly the next thing.

As exotic as that may sound, there ain’t a damn thing exotic about Postulate of Mass Genocide. It is 20 minutes (four tracks) of one dimensional blast ‘n grind brutality specially designed for fans of bands like Devourment. Viewed another way, Infertile Surrogacy would be a perfect fit to play Central Illinois Metal Fest (an outstanding festival, by the way).

Lest anyone take issue with “one dimensional,” that is not intended to be a negative remark. The fact of the matter is that brutal death of this sort tends to be a love it or hate it proposition and nothing on Postulate of Mass Genocide will change that. Personally, I’ll always have a soft spot for it, even if I need to be in a certain mood to immerse myself in it. But when the mood does call for something unbelievably heavy and pure, Postulate of Mass Genocide will do the trick. Though it is much closer to Mortician than Suffocation from the standpoint of compositional dynamics, Postulate of Mass Genocide actually offers up a little more nuance and slight tweaking of the arrangements (yes, it’s all relative) than usual. For example, when the guitars drop out on “Inexplicable Scrotal Mutilation,” leaving only the drums and those ungodly gutturals, the impact is pretty damn devastating. The small alterations on “Nauseating Hunger of Human Feces” go a long way as well.

Twenty minutes is about right though. Unless you’re a CIMF-type diehard or half-in-the-bag sauced with your br00tal boozin’ buddies, you’ll probably be ready for something else when it’s done. It is what it is. Oh yeah, the cover art is supposed to be that dark and unreadable – the same goes for the booklet, so take it up with the band, not the label.