Members of praised surrealistic black/death metal deformers Hissing re-metastazie in Horse Butcher, a disfigured onslaught of gore-fucked bestial deathgrind worshipping directly at the altar of Carcass, Archgoat, Disgorge, Impetigo and Pissgrave. Where the imperative is repulsing, Horse Butcher step up to take the concept to its most inevitable and gut wrenching conclusions, bludgeoning the mind into a horrendous aural pulp of absolute violence and depravity. The band members’ roots in avantgarde experimentalism are not set aside here, rather preserved to augment the load of horror and disbelief in belching out these six tracks and twenty minutes of neanderthalian carnage and slaughterhouse madness. Several steps backward in human decency and dignity are needed to authentically perceive and metabolize the scum-fucking level of vile barbarism and inhumanity going into these tracks, but what really transpires is the band’s paradoxically nobel mission of reminding us all of what is unfortunately normal, real and happening everywhere every day in this world. A blindness and indifference against which Horse Butcher have seemingly waged a cryptic and gruesome war, by taking the horrors of the world straight back to the listener and shoving the putrid stench, cruelty and repulsiveness of human actions right back into humanity’s face. Gobble up and suffer fuckers.
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