Album artwork for Scum by Napalm Death
Album artwork for Scum by Napalm Death

as a rallying call for what seemed like millions of bands to follow, not to mention the launching point for the varying careers of justin broadrick, nick bullen, mitch harris, lee dorrian, and bill steer, scum deserves its reputation alone. but it's also fun to listen to — a strange word to use, but no doubt about it, the album has its own brand of rock & roll kicks taken to an almost ridiculous extreme. split between the original lineup, with broadrick and bullen, and the next one, with dorrian, steer, and shane embury, scum is a portrait of a place, time, and state of mind. opener multinational corporations is the deep breath taken before the plunge: skittering cymbals, low-key feedback squalls, bullen's rasped hatred — and then all hell breaks loose. the riffs by both the broadrick/bullen and steer/embury teams use hyperconcentrated black sabbath-via-motrhead-and-metallica approaches as starting points, but the moorings are cut loose when everyone concentrates on nothing but speed itself. the combination of hyperspeed drums, crazed but still just clear enough guitar and bass blurs, and utterly unintelligible vocals takes the loud hard fast rules conclusion to a logical extreme that the band's followers could only try to equal instead of better. interspersed throughout all this on various songs are more obviously deliberate constructions — parts of the title track, say, or the focused chug-and-stomp start of siege of power. they act as just enough pacing for the rampages elsewhere, where unrelenting, intense sound becomes its own part of weird ambient music, textures above all else. it's little surprise the free jazz/noise wing latched onto scum as much as wound-up-as-hell headbangers did worldwide.

Napalm Death

Scum

Earache
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Album artwork for Scum by Napalm Death
LP

$32.99

Pink Cover Edition

Black
Released 09/23/2022Catalogue Number

ERRE3P.1

Album artwork for Scum by Napalm Death
LP

$32.99

Blue Edition

Black
Released 09/23/2022Catalogue Number

ERRE3B.1

Album artwork for Scum by Napalm Death
CD

$12.99

CD

Released 03/05/2013Catalogue Number

MOSH0003

Napalm Death

Scum

Earache
Album artwork for Album artwork for Scum by Napalm Death by Scum - Napalm Death
Album artwork for Album artwork for Scum by Napalm Death by Scum - Napalm Death
Album artwork for Scum by Napalm Death
LP

$32.99

Pink Cover Edition

Black
Released 09/23/2022Catalogue Number

ERRE3P.1

Album artwork for Scum by Napalm Death
LP

$32.99

Blue Edition

Black
Released 09/23/2022Catalogue Number

ERRE3B.1

Album artwork for Scum by Napalm Death
CD

$12.99

CD

Released 03/05/2013Catalogue Number

MOSH0003

as a rallying call for what seemed like millions of bands to follow, not to mention the launching point for the varying careers of justin broadrick, nick bullen, mitch harris, lee dorrian, and bill steer, scum deserves its reputation alone. but it's also fun to listen to — a strange word to use, but no doubt about it, the album has its own brand of rock & roll kicks taken to an almost ridiculous extreme. split between the original lineup, with broadrick and bullen, and the next one, with dorrian, steer, and shane embury, scum is a portrait of a place, time, and state of mind. opener multinational corporations is the deep breath taken before the plunge: skittering cymbals, low-key feedback squalls, bullen's rasped hatred — and then all hell breaks loose. the riffs by both the broadrick/bullen and steer/embury teams use hyperconcentrated black sabbath-via-motrhead-and-metallica approaches as starting points, but the moorings are cut loose when everyone concentrates on nothing but speed itself. the combination of hyperspeed drums, crazed but still just clear enough guitar and bass blurs, and utterly unintelligible vocals takes the loud hard fast rules conclusion to a logical extreme that the band's followers could only try to equal instead of better. interspersed throughout all this on various songs are more obviously deliberate constructions — parts of the title track, say, or the focused chug-and-stomp start of siege of power. they act as just enough pacing for the rampages elsewhere, where unrelenting, intense sound becomes its own part of weird ambient music, textures above all else. it's little surprise the free jazz/noise wing latched onto scum as much as wound-up-as-hell headbangers did worldwide.