The dreaded, inevitable day has come: death metal has finally met hair metal, only without the hair. In fact, this Montreal band tries to throw in almost every metal genre they can think of, resulting in a complete and utter mess. There’s absolutely no flow here; it’s over-produced and combines pretentiousness and juvenile songwriting that results in disastrous lyrics like, “She’s a slut and I love her! / I love her fucking ass!” (from the song Pornozing!). There’s also a song called Recorded History that is essentially a five-minute drum solo. I never thought music could be this torturous, but I’m giving them one star to thank them for not throwing rap into the mix. Did I mention there’s a song called Electrodes on my Nutmeat?

Published in Volume 63, Number 22 of The Uniter (March 5, 2009)