Putrid Pile - Blood Fetish
You wouldn’t think a one-man band with such a homely name like Putrid Pile would be responsible for some of the highest quality Death/Grind the last decade has had to offer, but that most certainly is the case. Shaun LaCanne’s fourth full-length presents eleven more tracks of punishing proof. It seems he has finally found a very fitting, ultra-brutal home with Sevared Records, who not only put out 2009’s House of Dementia, but also reissued 2005’s The Pleasure in Suffering with a mega fuck-ton of live and demo tracks last year. Gore-obsessed Death Grinders already familiar with Putrid Pile’s pummeling power punch will need no preface, but if you’ve passed on the Pile in the past (poser), the present is as perfect a period as any to redeem yourself (penitent). Perhaps you might think any band with a song called “Bowel Batter” is a joke, a waste of your time. I can assure all filth connoisseurs that musically this is no laughing fecal matter. Blood Fetish wastes no time annihilating the listener with its merciless attack. Rapid-fire blasting, stomach-turning pit riffs, staccato breakdowns, tremolo-picked debauchery, Cannibal Corpse hammer-ons, and this is all just the opening title track! LaCanne simply does everything right. There isn’t a single weakness in his one-man arsenal. He’s a bona fide riff master who can also bust out an all-pro solo at will (see “Necroneat-o”), his vokills are pure guttural delight, he handles the bass just fine, and if there’s a better drum programmer with a more realistic sound out there, I’d sure as shit like to hear it. So what if his lyrics are standard gore fare? With lungs this eminently brutal, he could be writing about puppy dogs and candy bars for all I care. This is guttural brutality at its finest, and furthermore proof that band members are for pussies.
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