There is something to be said for records that embrace pure cosmic gore. A lot of death metal these days focuses on 'philosophy' or other such reflective madness, but not Torn The Fuck Apart, with a name like that how could they? Their new record Sexually Transmitted Torture is the most vile piece of filth I have gotten the chance to review in a good long while, and that's a good thing. This is the sort of knuckle dragging death metal release that gives the genre it's reputation, and by Thor is it satisfying to listen to this kind of thing and let it all out.
The crushing riffs on tracks like 55 Gallon Crypt speaks to the incredible power of this band. The tracks blast forward as if torn from the stomach of a dead hooker, unrighteous and unholy. There are some phenomenal examples of 'Death Metal English' on this record too. I have no idea what a Inserted Vaginal Castration Device (Actual song name) is, but it certainly sounds cool when screamed by a heavy metal maniac. The sweep patterns and other technical bits and bobs on Sexually Transmitted Torture only add to the power of the record, they give a certain level of inhumanity, as if the members of Torn The Fuck Apart are American (of course they're American) death metal machines.
So what do you do once you find yourself in the blackened crypt that is Sexually Transmitted Torture? It seems to me at least the only thing you can do is submit to the beautiful brutality of it and revel in the buckets of blood poured down upon your head. This is what trve and ancient death metal is all about, as the good master Chris Barnes would have approved of it. Torn The Fuck Apart get at what the roots of gore metal are all about and listening to a band scream through a viscera of viscous and vile body parts has certainly given me something to ponder.
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