Rupture
Cunt Of God

Holy shit, what a bunch the Rupture are!!!

Cheeky epigones of G.G. Allin, hateful self-destructive nihilists, drunks and junkies, iconoclasts, blasphemous, irreverent, mocking, dirty, and shabby ragamuffins. Wasted in body and mind. The whole rock'n'roll circus pushed to such an excess that what remains is nothing but garbage, filth, the most crass punk rock. The Rupture.

"Cunt of God" was released in 1998 by Rhetoric records and it is the third album of the Australian band, which doesn't change its style one bit, grinding everything down as if driving a bulldozer. The Rupture play a mix of punk rock and old-school hardcore and after thoroughly corrupting it, they blast it out of the amplifiers at 300 km/h. It sounds like the Black Flag driven mad at 78 rpm. Over this frantic sonic carpet, Gus Chamber barks and proclaims his profound lyrics in a completely monotone and hallucinatory manner, hoarse, croaky, blabbering about toxic priests, polluted sperm used for baptizing, fervent Catholic fappers, heroin intentionally infected with AIDS, and many other merry skirmishes suitable for a respectable person like him. They have often been considered a grindcore band, but this is wrong; their sound is not grind but firmly rooted in hardcore and belongs to that extreme fringe of the latter defined as ultracore or fastcore, which also includes bands like Hellnation, Ulcer, Dropdead... other champions of this genre that I love so much. Their discography is extensive, with numerous split 7" and split 10" records with bands of their caliber, including Spazz and Brutal Truth.

It's needless to emphasize that in Rupture the most cheeky and irreverent irony is both means and ends, the ridiculing of everyone and everything, including themselves, was their philosophy of life, and I wouldn't be surprised if they pulled some kind of prank even at Gus Chamber's funeral, who died of an overdose in 2003. In Australia, kangaroos still hop around to the notes of "Cunt of God"!