I have a friend who once told me about how for one family Christmas dinner, someone popped in a VHS cassette featuring full on anal penetration ball licking and passionate, yet overbearingly graphic dialogue. Everyone at this otherwise warm, rural Manitoba holiday gathering including granny ate their turkey dinner while the sights and sounds of depraved sexual delinquency and multiple orgasms raged on in the background. It made for a good story but I’m sure that in real life, this scenario would have been uncomfortable and awkward. I’m reminded of this tale listening to this compilation featuring a bunch of basement dwelling fans of a genre that to me, gets way too much attention, most of which is undeserved. Let’s break this thing down band by band, shall we? Up first is the unmemorable Bloody Diarrhoea. Here we have what seems to be a Fisher Price guitar being run through a fifteen watt practice amp, offering up the least extreme guitar tone of all time. The drum programming is limp and pedantic. The band, a dude and his palm girlfriend, I presume, offer up some cowbell and piano bits in an attempt to loosen the stool from your lower intestine. The aim here is to brutalize with fast sick music I guess, but even the processed vocals come off as uninspired. Psychosadistic Haterapist are up next with three tracks. I’m not sure why these tracks are half the volume of the first band, but okay. I actually like the singer on this. Sounds like a boar wandering lost in a foggy forest, grunting into an empty roll of toilet paper. Psychosadistic Haterapist seem to be pushing an element of murky darkness much like a spooky evening in a cemetery, producing an atmosphere perfected by Catasexual Urge Motivation on these tracks, keeping a decidedly creepy mood as these songs develop. I’m okay with these tracks, but I wish this was louder an more energetic. Fucksaw rip shit up with a hyper-fast blastbeat bludgeoning. This is the kind of shit that I can almost get behind. The vocalist here goes for the sound of a field cricket providing very minimal vocal patterns which allows for the noise and pounding fake drums to punch through your face. Some synth adds a horror movie soundtrack edge to “Naughty or Nice”. Not as boring as Bloody Diarrhoea, but not as exciting as they could be if they had a real drummer. Finally, Belgium’s Tumour wrap this thing up. Tumour are awesome. With a vocal delivery that sounds like submerging your head under water and blowing bubbles, Tumour add a truly unique dimension to the sound of computers playing gore grind. In addition to these studio tracks. For true noise/grind freaks, there are 6 tunes recorded live in 2003 at a show that sounds like it was attended by about four people. I can appreciate these harsh, bizarre sounds and would recommend that you find other titles by this band. So this thing ends up featuring one band out of four that are worth my time. There isn’t anything here you probably haven’t already heard elsewhere that has been written by people who are more creative and choosy in terms of song writing. The ultimate letdown here though is the lazy approach to production. Grab the Tumour tracks, consider the others based on your own cyberporn tastes and call it a day on this thing.

Written By: Soiled Depends