This album is literally painful to listen to. I don’t even know if I can call this garbage music. This is “experimental” music, apparently. At least, that is what the band wants us to think. I find that the “experimental” tag is put on any form of music that is essentially unlistenable, placed there by talentless hacks who want to be snobbishly highbrow. If there are any song structures or coherent playing on this entire album, I would be seriously surprised. This is a mish-mash of random guitar playing by someone who is tone-deaf, gurgling Swamp Thing vocals, a drum machine set to “blast” speeds and assorted other weirdness that is best described as headache inducing. I sat through five “songs” of this horrid noise before I couldn’t take anymore. This utter shit makes Anal Cunt sound like fucking Uli Roth in comparison. Cultus Enim Satanas should come with a case of 40 oz. bottles of malt liquor and some horse tranquilizer because that’s what it would take to get through the entire thing - and it’s only twenty-two minutes long. Avoid this like it was plague-infested. I rated this a one, but even that seems too high. It’s records like this that make me wish we were able to give ratings in negative numbers, because there is literally nothing redeeming about this album.
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