Crushing, monotonous, never-ending gray from floor to ceiling. The ground is the same color as the horizon, which is the same color as the sky. This goes on for as far as you can crane your neck flesh to see. It shows in people’s faces: an ashen weariness resolved to fuck it, man. The calendar says it’s spring, but goddammit motherfucker, it’s still cold as shit in Michigan. With this in mind, welcome to the inaugural installment of “Puking up Scabs,” which will dispatch monthly missives from the outer banks of unpleasant auditory metallicus.
DTI: “Drink ‘Til Insemination”
These dudes’ self-titled debut is seriously focused on the letters d, t and i. Just check out these titles: “Descent Thru Intestines,” “Dirty Toilet Infection,” “Dead Teen Intercourse” and so on. The exception is “Frozen Cunt”–naturally. You probably already know whether or not you need this in your life (you do). Filth encrusted, blackened and grinding; covered in resin scrapings from a bowl that already got scraped yesterday; and recorded in an attic with flags tacked to the ceiling and upside down milk crates for chairs. Just hitting play on this track will make your ear buds smell like piss and cigarette butts.
DTI digital LP (self-released, March, 2017): Facebook.
Crurifragium: “Stigmata Excruciation”
Crurifragium stands atop a pile of dead skulls, with warm meat hanging out its foul beak. Rusted cleaver in one gnarled claw, the other arm raised towards the storm clouds above. It’s belching allegiance to circling winged satans. Theirs is bestial death covered in goat hair and sprouting three, six-inched goat horns from the center of the face, with eyes bulging and bursting and bloodshot. The volume knob just does not go far enough to the right for this. Shit.
Beasts of the Temple of Satan LP (Invictus Productions, January, 2017): Bandcamp.