Gorgasm
Masticate To Dominate

THE REVIEW

A masterpiece. There are no other words to describe this epic, powerful, vicious, evil, demonic, disgusting tour de force that these true geniuses of the most rotten and uncompromising metal vomit into our ears.

Talk is cheap, this is all hate, scream, rebellion, violent invective, headbanging, hail to the rotten. These authentic satraps of the most depraved and anguished musical art of the 21st century seem to want to tell us: UP YOUR ASS with all your definitions, Gore is over, dead, burned, Brutal is a joke for ladies, Grind we use in the morning as mouthwash to rinse our teeth, Black is an intellectual jerk-off for premature ejaculators.

Devastation, decayed limbs torn from bodies in agony, multiple cesarean operations giving birth to demented fetuses extracted with red-hot forceps, deformed beings with sick minds screaming their fury at a starless sky, a rotten, vehement, apocalyptic, vomit-colored sky. There is no respite for the damned: everything follows in an infernal ordeal of unimaginable tortures, incalculable sufferings, incredibly heavy guitar riffs... Bass and drums mark out in unison a brutal and relentless drip, while the peristaltic growl of the leader is devastating and unbearable, a black sewer that, once finally discovered, reveals its treasure of putrescent and unnameable remains.

Congealed blood, jumble of internal organs, tumorous growths, infected sores swollen with fly larvae, pus, and effluent dripping from entrails torn apart by bites, these and a thousand other terrifying images overwhelm the unwary listener... You will no longer know whether to rejoice in this triumph of abjection or wish to be dead, just to be spared from this atrocious ordeal...

SCARED, EH!!!???

Now I'll leave you, as "Strawberry Shortcake" begins on Italia Uno.