There are a couple of reasons why I really dig this Aussie goregrind band. First off, all of their releases have an unusually sophisticated graphic design style, and anyone that's spent any time in the goregrind scene knows that that far from the norm. More importantly, however, it's how I keep envisioning these guys as the AC/DC of gutteral goregrind while I rock out to the latest full length from The Day Everything Became Nothing. Now, the AC/DC thing has nothing to do with the fact that they are Australian, seriously. I just keep seeing that similiarity because, like their hard rockin' Aussie forefathers, The Day Everything Became Nothing have created and perfected a deceptively simple formula that continues to work with each new release while delivering catchy riff after catchy riff, never deviating from their style. And as with their previous album and EP, the subsonic groove grind is all about the RIFF. Each of these 11 songs bulldozes you with chugging, ultra downtuned guitars and largely midtempo rhythms, often locking into a groove with Helmet-like precision and occasionally blasting off into brief blastbeat territory, but unlike pretty much every other goregrind band on the planet, these guys can write actual hooks. That makes this way catchier than almost anything else in the field. Not to say that this is all that accessible, though. The ridiculously pitch-shifted vocals sound like the band has enlisted a starving grizzly bear as their frontman, and each of the song titles ("Cut", "Burn", "Press", "Crush", et al) renders physical atrocities in a haiku like manner.

But when it comes to hard rockin', skull-caving, catchy as hell sludge grind (huh?), The Day Everything Became Nothing kill it. Sort of like a monstrous rock and roll version of Cock And Ball Torture. Includes members of grind n' roll legends Blood Duster and drum-machine grinders Fuck...I'm Dead!