REGURGITATE

A woman tenderly embracing intestines on the cover, 26 tracks, an average track duration (calling these gurgling chunks of half-digested meat "songs" would be too generous) of just over a minute, necro-copro-porno-zoo-and-god-knows-what-else song titles -- what more do I need to add to make it perfectly clear what kind of release we're dealing with? This music long ago ceased being music (well, it never was music to begin with) and is not subject to description using musical terms or epithets. Therefore, I'll skip the theoretical part and go straight to the practical. Twenty-six nearly indistinguishable regurgitated scraps whose essence and substance consist of two vocal styles -- one nauseatingly gurgling, the other shrieking in agony -- a mushy buzzing guitar (in fairness, occasionally, very rarely reaching the heaviness of a death metal sound) and drums -- perhaps the only ray of light in this kingdom of pus and filth. Their patterns and sound are actually quite pleasant. Surprisingly, despite the overall mushiness of the musical canvas, they are very clearly mixed by the sound engineer, making them the single positive aspect of this release. Alas, they are but a drop of honey in a barrel of tar. As they say, "no thanks, we don't need that kind of football!"