Ever wondered what it would sound like if two sea lions started fucking in a recording studio with a pitchshifter put on the barking? If you answered yes, you’re one sick fuck who should probably be banned from ever going to seaworld or any water-based animal attraction. If you answered no, well, that’s sort of what the vocals for Oxidised Razor sounds like, not that I would know anything about the mating habits and sounds of sea lions, but anyway… Oxidised Razor grunt, growl, shriek, thump, grind, shred and occasionally tear through 11 tracks of low-tech, low-fi gore butchery. The music itself is incredibly simplistic, seeming as though the band only just started playing their instruments the day they went into studio, however, what they lack in technical proficiency, they make up for in song writing. The music they write is just retardedly catchy. Never before have I ever wandered through a supermarket humming a tune from a goregrind song before, sure I’ve been stupid and ordered McDonald’s drive-thru goregurgling my order, but never have I found myself with any song stuck in my head for hours, even days on end. From "Pus Excretor" to "Anal Carnage" your head will be nodding to the beat, and when it gets to the end, you’ll start all over again. It’s impossible to listen to this album only once at a time, multiple listens are required. The band are even bold enough to cover Napalm Death’s "Deceived" and Necrony’s "Masticator Of Swollen Carcass", and, amazingly, do a pretty good job, although the heavily distorted and completely ridiculous vocals do tend to distract your ears on the Napalm Death cover. Overall, I’d have to say this is one solid slab of gory silliness. They aren’t the most disgusting, or the most frightening, or even the most talented gore band around, but they are definitely one of the most fun and entertaining. If you don’t like it, chances are you had an unfortunate incident swimming with the dolphins, making the mistake of rubbing it’s belly and finding yourself violently asspounded by Ecco and have yet to come to terms with the fact that you actually liked it. And people call me sick.

Written By: Teufel