This album and its creators could well be accused of being stuck in the 80’s and they would be the first to agree. On Def Elements, the Autopsy Boys have managed to exhume the decomposed corpses of the best parts of the era and drag them, kicking and screaming to be heard into the present. If you have fond memories of shoulder pads, piano-key neckties and Wham stop reading right now. This is NOT for you.

Yorkshire usually conjures images of dower men in flat-caps, with whippets, drinking warm ale while, watching cricket. So to say that this group of twisted geniuses, peddling their unique brand of gore soaked, electro tinged, hardcore punk, are a little left of field is akin to say Hitler was ‘a little bit naughty’. The first thing that hits you on hearing the album, after the intro by Blag Dahlia of (the one-and-only psychiatric unit regulars) The Dwarves, is its urgency and immediacy; surely aided by the fact that all ten tracks combined come in at just shy of thirty-one minutes.

Rich Kid’s Playground follows on from the guitar solo draped Negative 8 (both taken from the AA 7” single) and is where Brunskjill’s balls out vocal range first comes to the fore. Splice melodic vocals that could have been lifted from numerous celebrated Californian punk outfits and throw in some Scandinavian larynx splitting hardcore and your on your way to appreciating what Def Elements is all about.

Aside from showcasing some incredible, wounded-animal-with-a-PA style vocals, Knee Deep In Dead also points to the key themes in the album. Gore and horror movies provide the basis for most of the music; the track names speak for themselves.

Crushing On Cynthia Leech (ten points if you got the Prisoner Cell Block H reference) the second single poised to come off Def Elements, has more bite than a zombie Great White after ten pills. It is so utterly catchy that on first listening, it makes you want to pull your own face off. This is the kind of track that you will listen to on repeat until your significant other forcibly prevents you from doing so and in that event you would be well within your rights to break out your cannibalistic stare.

Track seven (Def By Association), as with so many great albums, jumps straight into arguably the best song from the album. Hard, loud and fast it sports the lyric “no ECT but I want my mind back”, enough said.

The album culminates with the most extensive rant regarding the horror film genre known to man followed by Cheerleader Massacre, which does exactly what it says on the tin and closes with Blag recapitulating the audio rape that has just ensued. “All in all a spiffing romp”.

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Def Elements is now available to purchase from the Autopsy Boys’ website.

Words: Scott Salt & Benjamin Smith

Images: Scott Salt


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