Porngrind is a sub-genre of metal that a lot of people tend to ignore or despise, without listening to, simply due to the song titles and lyrical subject matter. Unfortunately, this means a lot of really good bands are overlooked, simply due to their chosen subject matter. Waco Jesus is one of the few bands who’ve actually become popular by being sick and disgusting. Unfortunately, they suck. Actually, they’re not even grind, they’re brutal death metal, so I’m not sure why they keep getting labled as porngrind, but whatever… Listening to Waco Jesus is a lot like watching a downsyndromed kid with a runny nose; it’s disturbing to watch as they don’t seem to realize just how unappealing it is for them to have strings of snot hanging from their face, and yet you just feel wrong about yourself for trying to tell them to wipe their face, you almost want to do it for them. The music Waco Jesus create is very uninspired and very unimaginative death metal in the vein of earlier Dying Fetus, Lividity, Vomit Remnants, Prophecy, Skinless, Fleshgrind and the like. They don’t really offer anything new, or interesting, and yet they sell records, and a lot of them. I’ve never really understood the appeal of most brutal death metal, a few bands have stuck out for me and have caught my interest, but they’ve had something about them that made them appealing, be it ridiculously guttural vocals, or solid riffing, or a technical edge, but Waco Jesus offers none of this. Every tap of the drumkit, every pluck of the guitar string, every burp, every… thing, about Waco Jesus just makes me want to take a cordless drill to my ear and plunge it through the other side of my skull to make it stop. For a band that sings about porn, they sure do make my dick soft in a hurry. I’ve actually met the guys in the band before, and while I didn’t have any deep long conversations with any of them, they did seem like pretty levelheaded and cool guys, which is why I have a bit of difficulty saying this, but… uhhh… guys? You’ve got a little something hanging from your nose… here, let me get you a Kleenex. Now blow… oops, wait, you guys already do that. Sorry.

Written By: Teufel