Review Summary: D-Beat Crust that will wreck your dirty slut butt...
A friend of mine was lucky enough to hear Fukpig
draining from my speakers several weeks ago only to comment: “Why not take a cheese grater to my dick?”…Truly eloquent in its brevity and, spot on. 'Spewings Upon A Selfish Nation' offer yet another slab of D-beat violence equivalent to its connotations depicting Armageddon, foreign conflict, mass suicide, and other inescapable pleasantries that are graciously bestowed upon us. All cards on the table, this listen is for lack of a better word…..painful. And that’s exactly what Fukpig
set out to do. One full spin of this puppy will leave many contemplating the notion of mainlining Draino. Regardless, the ravenous D-Beat crust at work here will be gloriously hated and openly embraced.
The chanting at the beginning of album opener ‘The Horror is Here’ provides one of few glimpses of melody. From there it’s all rhythmic rape with very little conceivable differentiation from one tune to the next. This verbal depiction may seem completely asinine in its interpretation but one listen of this album will send most running for the hills. It’s never easy giving a well rounded consensus of this type of meandering. The drum beat remains a constant double pedal groin kick from start to finish as vocal lines grunt, squeal and howl. The guitars do provide a blackened rhythm to the carnage but manage to stay veiled behind the continuous onslaught of the aforementioned. Still, this is to be taken at face value. Blackened crust has never sounded this gratifying when a thrashing is desired. ‘Millions Dying’ and ‘Thrash Armageddon’ are nicely refined numbers with some tasty guitar licks that finally receive ample dominance over the tortured screams and punishing drum work.
Let’s face it, Fukpig
are completely content with their brand of blackened crust, and that’s entirely a good thing. It’s always refreshing to see a tightly knit unit stay true to the original formula, and while this can’t be routinely digested, many are sure to get their jollies off with this outing. Enough is enough. Dig this one up and prepare to be owned.