HE WHO CORRUPTS
THE SMELL OF MONEY
He Who Corrupts slice and dice though five tracks of aural madness, complete with unorthodox samples, grindcore instrumentations, and foreboding interludes on THE SMELL OF MONEY. Displaying a sound technical background as well as a sharp sense of sarcasm, tracks like “Your Mama on the Rocks” juggles jack hammered rhythms with shards of whimsical lyrics like “Just got a bone to pick with you sexual chocolate Catholics”. Huh? Yep, and by the time you dissect that amongst the other phrases that are abrasively screamed at you, a thunderous breakdown like the one on “Pain in the Tight Pants” destroys your senses. Then, poof…the CD is over. Short, sweet, and severe, this Chi-town treat turns up the heat and cranks out a whirlwind of mayhem.