Today I noticed that the word “spoil” is in both album titles from Guttural Secrete. A pointless fact there for you.
Anyway, this is, much like its predecessor, a razor-sharp execution of the brutalest (is that even a word?) form of death metal. The speed and dexterity here is rather overwhelming; the songs are slick and polished, yet are delivered with the bludgeoning force of a spiked sledgehammer to the back of the skull.
Mike Hrubovcak killing it with the disgusting art as well. Tidy.