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Razor Rape-Orgy In Guts

July 22, 2015
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a0584719904_10When you first come upon the name Razor Rape, the first thing that should not pop in your head is sunshine, flowers and love. If that is the first thing you think of, then medical treatment is probably your best option. For regular listeners of this genre-or metal in general-you of course know what you’re getting yourself into. RazorRape has been around for a little bit now, and they are at the forefront of what they do. And what they do is produce some of the most sickening, vomit inducing gore grind possible alongside the likes of Regurgitate.

We’ll start with what everyone sees first, the cover. The cover displays a wonderfully tasteful scene with what looks like the Pope getting porked by a busty pork-woman hybrid. People are rolling in filth, playing with intestines reveling in the gore. RazorRape doesn’t fuck around. There is no shortage of gore, bile, excrement and just pure filth.

Starting with the opening track Bonesaw Facefuck, RazorRape sets out to destroy everything pure and holy. A festering swarm of riffs hits you square in the mouth, while the drums pummel your innards, the bass crushes your bones, and the vocals finally make your head implode, Scanners style. Whether you like gore or not, they force feed it to you, shoving it down your gullet, while feeding you to a wood chipper.

With song titles like Bitch Butcher Boogie and Hey Whore, Let’s Gore, how could you not like this blood drenched album? While a lot of grind sounds like just noise to anyone else listening to it, this album has a certain groove to it. They’re not just thrashing around on instruments trying to be as loud as possible, they’re constructing sickening songs for the masses. It takes some metal wizardry to keep songs at that blistering pace as well as have some groove to them all while keeping the songs at two minutes or just over.

There are a total of fifteen songs on here for every one of you gore fiends. The album is stuffed with viscera, marinated in excrement and cooked with yesterday’s left over carcass. What you see is exactly what you get. And now I’ll let you feast upon this banquet of sickness.

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