Sooner or later, the memes can not be desires… that’s the place Sanguisugabogg discover themselves as they gear as much as drop their sophomore LP. The band’s self-aware tomfoolery gave 2021’s Tortured Entire a lot of its attraction. These guys love enjoying dirty, groove joyful demise steel in the identical method horror film followers embrace grindhouse splatter flics. Sanguisugabogg is gross and so they find it irresistible, with surprisingly catchy songwriting in addition. That stated, Homicidal Ecstasy has a skinny line to tread—tasked with elevating the memetic violence with out forsaking the band’s authentic enchantment. This factor successfully elevates music made by a band whose identify roughly interprets to “blood sucking toilet,” whereas sustaining the tenets that make their music a lot enjoyable.
Gleefully aberrant sonics instantly retake the highlight with “Black Market Vasectomy,” nevertheless it doesn’t take lengthy for Sanguisugabogg to push past pure neanderthal steel with a wierd break of arpeggiated guitars and syncopated percussion. However it’s not as if the band went Cynic on us, because the primitive nastiness of “Face Ripped Off” comes straight from a gutter full of poisonous waste. No less than, that’s what the guitar tone entails. However the band’s tight rhythmic cohesion performs into an underrated enchantment for demise steel of this type—danceability. Between the thick-ass chugs and engaging beat selections, maybe it’s time for mosh pit warriors to normalize shaking their booties at Sanguisugabogg exhibits.
It’s additionally simple to see why these guys have such a deal with within the hardcore scene, as “Pissed” comes out with a barbaric groove that’d depart No Zodiac resentful. After a stable transition from hxc two-step to extra expressive fretwork, the tune actually begins cooking with the inexplicable entrance of a disco beat (once more… booty shakin’ brutality). Sanguisugabogg can do that with out dropping their hammering vibe, proving that ingenious detours can coexist with a extra simple beatdown like “Necrosexual Deviant.” However even right here, there’s apparent development to understand by way of songwriting chops. There’s many extra tempo shifts and agile fretwork to chew on earlier than the breakdowns knock your tooth out.
Homicidal Ecstasy strikes a wholesome stability between rawness and precision, largely because of the unmistakable manufacturing of Kurt Ballou (Converge, Excessive On Fireplace, and so forth.). A filth-encrusted bass tone could kick off “Testicular Rot”—to not point out a very trashy china cymbal—however each aspect of Sanguisugabogg’s horrifying creation stays clearly discernible. This permits drummer Cody Davidson to interrupt out some virtually fusion-style fills with out the small print getting misplaced within the melee. In the identical method, Drew Arnold and Ced Davis can imbue a minimize like “Skin Cushion” with extra technical prospers with out dropping the oozing sludge of their earlier less-is-more strategy. It’s a great signal when a band is enjoyable to hearken to at their most stripped again and their most acrobatic.
Talking of oozing sludge, the grimacing intro of “A Lesson in Savagery” delivers pure stank by a cranked snare drum that appears like a dodgeball hitting somebody within the face and depth cost chugs. It additionally shares with the next “Narcissistic Incisions” a noticeably longer runtime. The deeper cuts on Homicidal Ecstasy advantage elevated size by cathartic dynamic shifts, punctuated by Devin Swank’s extra various array of guttural vocals. “Brees” and better pitched wretches are used sparingly to emphasise sure riff adjustments, however just like the instrumentation, he by no means strays too removed from the brutal demise meats and potatoes. To that impact, “Narcissistic Incisions” finds Sanguisugabogg treading a skinny line between caveman slams and extra colourful shades of extremity. The guitarists know when to protract their riffs for catchier motifs, and the drummer is aware of when to upend the jackhammer rhythms with a half-time shuffle.
“Hungry For Your Insides” and “Mortal Admonishment” show the 2 sides of Homicidal Ecstasy. The previous makes use of easy, blunt influence to evoke the minute-and-a-half rampage of a rabid, zombified hippo, whereas the latter clocks within the longest for a extra brooding tackle the Sanguisugabogg sound. The association actually shines as greater than an train in violence, as dissonant chords and melodic refrains weave into the crowd-pleasing crudeness. The actual fact these guys can recontextualize a clear-cut tremolo line into jagged double-kick syncopation exhibits how dedicated they’re to writing nice songs, not meat-headed mosh fodder.
Davidson proves himself as some of the underrated drummers within the underground by cuts like “Proclamation Of The Frail.” His fast fireplace rhythm shifts discover a compelling stability between the practical and the flashy, planning out his moments of technicality to service the riffs. When the guitars present out extra, he’s matches with a sooner fill. When the guitars hunker down for a jaw-breaking beatdown, he’s there with the straight forward 4/4 beats. His oddly accented blast beat firstly of closing observe “Feening for Bloodshed” transitions from a punk-ish d-beat and, inevitably, again to these splendidly booty-shaking grooves. The again beat is all the time there to maintain the detuned molasses pulsating, however every kind of subdivisions stay current to kick the music round.
Despite the fact that Sanguisugabogg gives much more than skull-splitting barbarism, it’s reassuring to know that the band can nonetheless tip a hat to uncomplicated, meme-tastic demise steel as they evolve as a musical unit. Homicidal Ecstasy ought to stand for instance for aspiring caveman slammers – you possibly can deliver the ultra-brutal goofery whereas writing memorable songs.