Mestruophagia
Demo 2008

Probably living near Giulianova can't be easy, at least not if what moves your soul isn't blues or rockabilly, but rather hardcore, grind, and everything that's bad and horrific you can imagine in music; it can't be easy if you feel "punk inside" (as Scrotoplasma, the group's guitarist, wrote to me, with whom I had a chance to converse electronically). For this reason, these guys (not so young anymore) decide to put together this entity with a name meant to induce disgust and hilarity, to propose something alternative, edgy, grotesque, angry, irreverent, but also not too serious or committed. Something deliberately wrong and rancid, with the primary goal of inducing revulsion, not shunning a few laughs.

Musically, we are faced with sounds that owe much to hardcore, but pulled, extreme, accelerated, and weighed down by the metallic guitar. The vocal part is mostly screamed, but in a clear and understandable way (recording permitting), although there are inserts of growl or entire songs screamed in this style. Now, I don't know a damn thing about grind and extreme scene (or at least this extreme scene), and for my part, I only heard the influence of Slayer, but even Scrotoplasma did not hide the heavy contribution to the group's sound from various people whose names can be read on our Myspace, among which the most known are Extreme Noise Terror, Carnivore, and the usual Napalm Death (so much so that even a layman like me has at least read about it). And here we are at one of the negative points, in my opinion, our guys certainly don't invent anything new, they don't move away from what I think are (more or less) the stylistic elements of the genre. However, I don't think this is their immediate goal either.

The lyrics are obviously not polished love and idyllic countryside hills, but they juggle between filthy, death, sex, and shit, obviously passing through the chemical hunger for menstrual blood (for friends from Giulianova, especially if belonging to a certain vegan social center, our guys don't really have this problem). Personally, I prefer other types of messages, but as I have already said, the goal of Mestruophagia is to create horrifying images, so if you like it, fine, otherwise, up yours!

In conclusion, in this product, we have speed, shit, and Italian blood, a powerful and incorrect group, very suitable for spending a cheerful terrible evening in some hole of a venue, without too many thoughts and worries, but which I think will struggle to find support on media.

TRACKLIST

We Are In Danger With The Balance - 03:08

The Gravedigger's Poem - 01:25

Shitexistence - 00:59

Passions At The Slaughterhouse - 00:47

Run Away - 01:32

That Bastard Of Your Father - 01:15

Cut Off My Leg, For God's Sake - 01:10

Let Me Die - 01:40

Wow, What Bad Luck - 00:58

They Want Me - 00:53

Mestruophagia - 02:05

The Sausage Time - 01:38

P.S. I would give 4 stars just for the outro, who hasn't ever dreamed of violate the sugary crap of Reality (Richard Sanderson) AKA the soundtrack of "The Time of the Apples" with burps and farts? But with immense effort, I will be objective.