Blast Rites #9: Sick Sinus Syndrome / Vomi Noir – Rancid Fermenting Disgust / Submersion Emeto-Asphyxique Review
Sick Sinus Syndrome’s debut Rotten To The Core wormed its way into my earholes on a regular basis right around this time last year, a blistering blast of classic Carcass-cloning gurglegrind that absolute smokes from …
G-Anx / Filthy Christians – Split Review
History is important. Some old guy whose name I forgot* once said something about how those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it, which is one of the few reasons I’m pretty …
Survival Instinct – Fatal Venin Review
So the first question that comes to mind when I look at this absurd and kind of awesome cover art is: Is this a gigantic cobra… or a very smol man? The second question, of …
Blast Rites #8: Pulmonary Fibrosis – Pulmonologists Review
When I was in junior high, I had a music class wherein I had to “learn” to “play” the recorder. To say that I did poorly at that task was probably a notable understatement, and …
Putrefaction Sets In – Repugnant Inception Of Decomposing Paroxysm Review
Oh, Putrefaction Sets In, you had me at “featuring members of Nasum, Regurgitate, Expurgo, and Lymphatic Phlegm”… Formed three years ago, this Brazilian / American / Swedish goregrind supergroup has finally graced us with their …
Blast Rites #7: Sequestrum – Epitome Of Putridity Review
I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “Sequestrum?! I barely KNOW ‘em!” Well, that’s because they’re new. Epitome Of Putridity is the first demo from this four-piece, recorded way back in March of 2022, and …
Pharmacist – Flourishing Extremities On Unspoiled Mental Grounds Review
Not unlike this goddamned pandemic with whom they share a lifespan, it feels like Pharmacist has been around for much longer than they have. Maybe it’s because in two short years, they’ve now cranked out …
Blast Rites #6: Proudhon – Social Tympanum Review
Self-created genre tags are always interesting to me – I know I’ve commented on many in reviews past. This French outfit labels their sound “rusty death/grind.” Not crusty, mind you. Rusty. Like that century-old locomotive …