This review in the Quietus just reminded me how great pre-Heartwork-era Carcass were. Is there a greater song title than Exhume to Consume? It tells you all you need to know really.
And they're wrong. Necroticism Descanting the Insalubrious definitely soundtracked at least one teenage family car journey of mine, albeit to East Fife, not the Norfolk Broads. My dad actually liked it, although he preferred Napalm Death.