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Population Reduction
Each Birth a New Crime

Tankcrimes (2008) Scottie

Population Reduction – Each Birth a New Crime cover artwork
Population Reduction – Each Birth a New Crime — Tankcrimes, 2008

Like weed? What about beer? Okay, here's the clincher: what about loud as shit cynicism rammed into your sloping skull at diarrhea speed? Yeah? Check out Each Birth a New Disaster, the first album by Population Reduction, a two man grind band from San Francisco that drills your eardrums with blast beats, the blackest of thrash riffs, and death metal shrieks that sound like razor blades straight to the vocal chords. They even have a joke or two at the expense of cock rockers, yuppie scum, and traveler kids. Fans of the late eighties Earache catalog, Slayer, and getting wasted take note. Is it fast? Hell yeah, stupid. The LP comes as a gatefold with artwork so putrid it's almost nauseating. This one's for the hash addicts and sickest of speed freaks.

7.0 / 10Scottie • October 1, 2008

Population Reduction – Each Birth a New Crime cover artwork
Population Reduction – Each Birth a New Crime — Tankcrimes, 2008

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