Guttural Secrete - Nourishing the Spoil
“Obsessing over piss and shit / Fecal orgy, shit-stained I sit / Gagging from the stench so vile / Suffocating with a smile”
Boy, it sure is a treat to have Guttural Secrete back in action. 2012 saw the comeback of Dehumanized, capping a 14-year gap between debut and sophomore albums. Now 2013 marks the return of the safest bet in Vegas, ending a 7-year hiatus since 2006’s Reek of Pubescent Despoilment. If we’re on the same page, you’re also bummed about the letdown efforts from Defeated Sanity and Devourment this year. Well, ultra-brutal addicts can finally rejoice. Guttural Secrete is here to kiss it and make it all better. The nine tracks on Nourishing the Spoil will have you twitching in guttural glee. Their relentless over-the-top attack transports any fan of the genre to a state of eu-gore-ia. As a casual background listen, this pummeling record might seem like 36 minutes of babies being fed limb-by-limb to a garbage disposal, but a deeper investigation into the brutality barrage reveals hidden nuances and delightful intricacies. For instance, the atonal Sludge swamp near the end of “Stainless Conception” (“Lovesome cunt walls engross favorable suitor”), the eerie intro and bridges of “Deadened Prior to Coitus” (“Stink tunnel flooded with seminal bliss”), the depressive melody smoke-breaks on “Voyeuristic Engagement” (“Beatings continue while her body is still warm”), and the Prog farts on “Clotting the Vacant Stare,” replete with its own uncharacteristically melodic flair (“You can tell many things about a person by looking into their eyes / He could see in hers, she was ready to die”). These guys command an aural ferocity so viciously potent —a brutality so inhumanly mechanical— that their songs don’t necessarily need to be memorable to achieve replay value. Yet amidst this sea of endless rapid-fire riff-vomit, 666 pinch harmonics per track, and the unwavering raw sewage belch of Jeremiah Blue Jensen, you’ll find the quartet has spoiled us with just enough experimentation to remind the listener that this is, in fact, music created by musicians. After all, you know that old saying: “Subtle taste of shit… Accommodates belly full of hot piss.” An early contender for ultra-brutal album of the year that will be tough to beat.
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