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Dr.X - Drums/Vocals (Insanity (US))
Peter Svoboda - Guitar/Vocals (Vöetsek, Insanity (US))
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The year was 1999. It was a sunny September day. The birds sang thier age old songs...the trees swayed gentley with the sweet scented breeze of early fall. All was well in the sleepy little college town known as Oberlin, Ohio.
Little did the world know of the horrible disaster that was waiting to unfold.
A man known to all as "Brother Jim" had come to town to make racist, sexist and homophobic remarks to the "sinners" of this hedonistic little community. Whilst his biggoted diatribes filled the motley crowd with feelings of anger and thoughts of the macabre, Guitar player and ranked amatuer asshole Peter Svoboda happened to be walking by the town square just a tiny bit baked, as was his wont.
He saw the gathered specticle and became enthralled, realizing that assholery was afoot. He decided to waste no time, and began his verbal assault against the wandering ass preacher. Peter began to mock brother Jim, calling him a Nazi, and going on and on about how he would take Deicide and booze over heaven any day, as was his wont.
It was then that fate interviened.
A young lad was walking by at that time and heard Peter's remarks about Deicide. Feeling that this fuckwad was clearly someone to get to know, he took note of Peter and moved on. Little did Peter realize at the time that this was he....the infamous and elusive Doctor X; drummer extrodinare and ranked amature burnout. |
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The makings of a truly unholy alliance were in place.
Some days later (or maybe it was later that night, who fucking knows?) the good Doctor wandered by Peter Svoboda's house, looking for him or weed or something else. It was here that the two met for the first time. Actually, that may be bullshit. Perhaps it was at a party at Peter Svoboda's house where he first met Doctor X. I bet you fuckers don't even care, do ya? Well, it doesn't matter, right now I can't remember. We'll work it out later, I'm sure.
Anyway, the two started talking at some point and realized that they shared many common interests...a love of metal being at the forefront for the both. When Doctor X revealed to Peter that he was in fact a drummer, a spark went off...a flame from the beyond, hotter than a thousand suns and blindingly bright, as though someone had stuck one of those windproof lighters in your eye. They talked about forming a band and tearing some shit up all over this shitty little bumfuck college town.
And that's what they did.
Upon the arrival of an available albeit total fucking shit drum kit, the two enlisted the help of friend Lars "Panzer" Meyer on bass and vocal duties. Some band names were thought of, and scratched. Some songs were thought of and scratched. Then they finally hit gold when Doctor X wrote "Delucas"...this was something all involved could agree upon. Then they arrived at a name...Population Reduction. It was subtle, yet sleek, and would surely at least make most of these college wussies become suspect if not outright offended. The latter had to actually see the live show for that. |
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Population Reduction's first show was two one hour sets at some kind of a fund raiser. This was rediculous, since they had only 15 minutes worth of music at the time, but they took the gig nonetheless. This was how Peter Svoboda's unfortunate habit of running his fucking mouth non-stop during the live shows came to develop.
After a short stint with Lars "Panzer" Meyer playing in the band, he decided to take lots of Robo, drink too much and move to Russia. Seriously, it's true. Peter and the Doctor found someone new to do vocals and bass, some kid named Jeff. He was a total fuckwad, and soon stopped receiving calls from the band. This began a long stint with just Peter Svoboda and Doctor X making up the entirety of Population Reduction. The crowd seemed to like it, and they were getting more and more shows, so they said "Fuck it, let's just do it this way."
And so they did.
Ok, ya know, this is beginning to drag on a bit, and I wanna make a fucking pizza. So here's the rest real quick:
Population Reduction got Meghan Death to do vocals for a little, but she went to Scotland to make armor or some shit. Then they met the Cadaver Kid, who's supposed to be around, but he's a dumbfuck. They played Cleveland, got bored and moved to San Francisco, California. They are there now and looking to get shit done.
If you made it to the end of this piece of shit, I salute you. They'll probably go over it, cut out most of the useless analogies, decide if the abuse of aliases is neccesary, and then cut the whole fucking thing down to a paragraph or two.
Those fucking bastards. |
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http://www.myspace.com/populationreduction
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| Population Reduction "Each Birth a New Disaster" - San Francisco's 2 man guitar/drum unit come forth with their debut album after a great ep on Tankcrimes in 2006. 15 tracks of killer Death Metal, Grind and Thrash. Blast beats and speed picking galore but knows when to slow down and focus on some serious catchy riffs. A must for fans of old Morbid Angel, Terrorizer and Napalm Death, these tracks could seriously fit flawlessly on Earache's '89 "Grind Crusher" compilation. LP packaged in a stunning gatefold with art by Becky Cloonan. |
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I want to send Population Reduction’s Peter Svoboda and Dr. X a care package filled with Milwaukee’s Finest and a couple ounces of weed just for penning the ditty “Black Metal Beach Party.”
I’m hard pressed to think of a better way to deflate the oh-so-grim Nordic mopes than to imagine them briefly leaving their troll-ridden forest murk to play volleyball in spike gauntlets or go swimming in corpse paint.
Aside from the well played swipe at the korpsepaint kommandos, Each Birth a New Disaster deftly weaves Cretin’s grotesque aesthetic with the thrashy grind of Pig Destroyer circa Terrifyer or a less spastic Bodies in the Gears of the Apparatus. Population Reduction stripmines Fark headlines (“Road-age at the Farmers Market”), bad horror films (“Taking Bong Rips in the Tombs of the Blind Dead”), cheap beer (“Return of the Beast”) and the just plain ridiculous (“Amish Meth Dealer”) into a ribald collection of up tempo absurdist art.
Though the songs may not be as catchy as Cretin or as scathing as Pig Destroyer, Population Reduction’s latest is an exponential improvement in both sound quality and song writing over their muddy sounding previous effort, At the Throats of Man Forever. The thrash swing that infects Each Birth’s 15 tracks gives Svoboda’s chugga-chugga riffs the space they need to breathe, and dude knows his way around slinging a tasty guitar line. A two man operation leaves little room for slack and Dr. X does not disappoint, channeling a pre-suck Lars Ulrich to start a tune and incarnating Pete Sandoval by the time the 90 second song ends. Throw in some hoarse thrash barking and some early Carcass guttural grunts and you’re left with an all around enjoyable album that manages to rage with a well earned smile on its face. If you need to fix your Cretin jones while newly engendered frontwoman Marissa Martinez adjusts to her new life in heels, Population Reduction can ably fill the grindcore grotesquerie gap. |
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