Fancy a syphilitic shower at gonorrhoea gulch courtesy of Venereal Baptism? They deserve a clap for their name but that’s something this Texan duo already have. STD’s are no laughing matter and nor are these purveyors of filth actually, they are just here to smother in the nastiest and most depraved filth that you can possibly imagine with their music. Giving even Profanatica a run for their money with their dirty song titles and lyrics what we have here is an unrelenting stew of hate against the church, religion and errr ‘Unfuckable Pacifist Guttersluts. This isn’t particularly politically correct but then again at least its somewhat honest in its approach and do we need our music to be nannied as such? As the press statement declares “All “safe zones” will be destroyed on sight, and there will be zero compromises! SJWs, beware…” So this duo who studio wise consist of Adversor and Fermentor are here to shower us in shit and Chlamydia chaos with their second album and it’s not a pretty listening experience as you might well expect.

‘To Castrate Angelic Grace’ is the sort of foul doctrine one may well expect from a band like Archgoat but the surprise is that musically this black death torrent sounds quite clear and sharp rather than murky production wise once the obligatory sample is out the way. From here on in the album doesn’t slow down in the slightest with each and every one of it’s 10 tracks battering away over a lean 4-5 minute mark. Vocals are course and spit out their bile in a hollow but commanding display of hate, occasional chaotic guitar solos slither out and the drums powerfully coat everything in a battering ram of nihilistic holocaust. There are times, that musically there are hints of gore-grind in things stylistically, the vocal delivery is part of this and so are elements of romping groove that underly the genocidal near war metal approach. Simply put it’s a great combination of all things extreme and those that like to bang to primitive savagery will be in their element as they prostrate themselves at the feet of songs such as ‘Venereal Fucking Whore’ and no doubt wonder why they haven’t been on anything resembling a date for longer than they can remember.

There’s no denying or even trying to make excuses for this, its wrong, all so very wrong and perhaps a little childish and also its not even particularly fun. You can hardly find anything remotely humorous apart from perhaps the odd sample here, I mean there’s songs about extermination by sarin and “Ecclesiastical fornicators” here and they are shredded out without a hint of mercy. At times as with the title track there’s a bit of a morbid crawl about things hinted at, not that anyone warned the drummer who powers his way through things and it all leaves a particularly nasty taste in the mouth. Musically VB are certainly proficient and this is far from stumbling around in a studio while trying to cut a first demo tape sort of display, no doubt the combination of this and the outright degradation and blasphemy of it all that has attracted a label like Osmose to them. Brutality prevails here and if you like music that leaves you feeling that you have been literally ‘Aborted at the Foulest Pit of Hell’ you are definitely in the right place; you may just want to go and take a shower, check for genital warts and book a trip to the doctors once you have listened to it though.

(7.5/10 Pete Woods)

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