Review Summary: Horrorhammer’s blitzkrieg onslaught of charnel house skronk is blacker and filthier than a broiling vat of slaughterhouse offal; dig in, creeps!
After recording four gruesome tomes of edifying, grisly rot-core; a maleficent clutch of cathartic grimness that includes the splendidly splenetic, Seminal Vampires And Maggot Men and their essential greatest ***s confection, Thirst For Blood, Hunger For Flesh an unparalleled, prurient scum-fest, replete with ill-pitched, impetigo buzz-saw guitars, and bowel-scraping, behemoth bass; a gushing, grandiloquent explosion of filth. Abscess are a wretched, bloodied phallus of gangrenous metal; gleefully defiling the desiccated cervix of 80’s crust punk; providing an entirely disgraceful, yet wholly entertaining trudge through mischievous scat-core. Those benighted Abscess deadbeats are about to discharge their latest barrage of grisly, guignol thrashings; in order to infect those robust enough to derive sickly pleasures from wallowing amongst this most invective and reprehensible heavy metal abortion. Abscess have perfected/ripened their esoteric, feculent art of ***ting and spitting out a malevolent slurry of galloping, Sodom-ized cacophony that’s rawer than a necrotic genital chancre and twice as infectious. Initial exposure to Horrorhammer’s seismic and lurid album opener, ‘drink the filth’ is akin to the odious discord of a gore-sodden swarm of enraged locusts, feasting and funneling through the oozing, vitreous cavity of a long moldering animal carcass, thereby providing apt exposition for the remaining deluge of vulgar, Oak tree thick, kack tuned guitars; spewing out a volatile arsenal of pestilential riffage, rendered all the more injurious by splatter-platter obsessive, Chris Reifert’s wanton, carbolic acid-ripped vocals; whose blighted larynx and degenerate posturing enthralls and appalls in equal measure. Chris Reifert has the questionable, and considerably squalid position of being the incumbent, irreligious minister of death metal degeneracy; a singular honor whose alma mater once included the vaudevillian, sociopathic profanities of G.G Allin and the ribald, fractious odes de *** of the uber-Mentor, El Duce; ergo, Reifert & Co expel a superior nugget of malodorous, sub-sonic doo-doo. Horrorhammer’s blitzkrieg onslaught of charnel house skronk is blacker and filthier than a broiling vat of slaughterhouse offal; dig in, creeps!
