Review Summary: we all just need to come together and admire that pig's swag
Man, this band just falls short of everything. Cesspool of Vermin in my books, are renowned mainly just for half-assing anything they put to record. Beastial Necrophilia is a disgusting attempt at shocking the audience into paying attention. Only problem is, with the deformation of Lust of Decay, there is no audience. This album is preaching to nothing, and that's probably why few will ever understand just how disappointing this album really is. Beastial Necrophilia is a pretty typical brutal death album, but with a small twist in the music that's supposed to make it heavier, but really just expels anything remotely interesting about the genre down a pig's asshole.
When it comes to bands like this, you can't judge based on an album cover; you're wasting your time. So if your first impressions were that this was a brutal and even
fast album, sorry, you're gonna have a bad time. This album works in about .000001 bpm, chugging and chugging...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging ...and chugging...so on and so forth. And the chugs might I add are all the same, and make up the bulk of this album's "heavy" side.
The vocals are even more stupid than the "riffs". No life whatsoever, monotonous, pointless as all hell. That's 2 for 2 ladies and gentleman, because the bass and drums are about as irrelevant as all these Gerald alts. The *** factor of the vox and guitar are all part and parcel to the overall problem with Beastial Necrophilia; production value. Raw and filthy is the best way to approach this genre, many will doubt it, and few will be right. That is an objective statement in regards to the brutal death industry that builds in goregrind factors, it's gotta be dirty. This guitar is about as clean as my asshole after charmin angel soft. Now I can't say the same vocals, but what I will add is the vocals have no range, no umph in them to make you feel like the instrumentation is justified, and this very well may be because there's nothing in regards to the instruments worth justifying, but it's still just as bad when you realize that the band is actually trying.
As a general rule, I don't give such harsh ratings to albums, especially in this field, which up until a year ago has been the forefront of my musical interests. I live for the brutality, the gore, the infestation, the porn, the grotesque and over-the-top images of torn vaginas and puking assholes. But this, this album falls short of all of that, and there is nothing, and I mean nothing even remotely redeemable about this effort. It's useless, it has no point in this genre whatsoever. That being said, I unveil to you, Cesspool of Vermin's Beastial Necrophilia.
