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SEEP
Hymns To The Gore

Extremely Rotten Productions / Gurgling Gore (2022)
Rating: 8/10

American one-mand act Seep is the sort of sickening scrapyard one would imagine a serial killer into death metal would construct. From its garish cover to the foetid music contained, Seep brainchild Vomitus is more than just the founder of record label Gurgling Gore, he’s also a musical lunatic who has created a vile feast of meaty rhythms in his quest for an utterly despicable opus.

If 2020 EP Souvenirs Of A Necrosadist wasn’t unhealthy enough, we are splattered by another eight fetid shit-storms based around hideous, slower passages of squelching death / grind fused to blast beat offshoots, all of which have a foreboding edge as they wind through the slaughterhouse, worm around the hanging animal carcasses and navigate the maggot-strewn floors to the soundtrack of buzzing flies.

Seep has an unorthodox, machinated tone, and there’s never a case of a simple riff. Instead, we get choppy divisions of distorted, gore-drenched weirdness which give way to scurries of stomach-turning fury. Titles such as ‘Morbidly Obese’, ‘Jigsaw Facefuck’, ‘Gorging On The Gutpile’ and summer blockbuster ‘Encased In Shit’ give you an idea as to the twisted nature of this lo-fi, congealed state of splattery death metal.

‘Addicted To Rancidity’, ‘Horrific Fetal Mutation’, ‘Pedophile Genitalia Removal’ and ‘Swimming In Sewage’ all provide unhygienic doses of almost doomy, distorted lumpiness as Vomitus gurgles his way through the thickening waste like a man attempting to suck his own innards through a straw. It’s video nasty death metal of the highest (lowest!) form, a slathering, slithering slog nodding to Carcass (as most of this stuff has to) as the vocals slurp at excrement, blood, and every other bodily fluid, but there’s always a weird feel to it, the same feelings conjured when I listened to other one-man acts of derangement such as Seeping Death.

Hymns To The Gore is foul, stinking and mostly slow grinding putridity that requires a health warning. However, whereas so many gore-grind bands offer silly vocal squawks and blast beats beyond comprehension, the slow, meandering nastiness of this steaming pile of corpse puke retains a vile atmosphere which I can’t help but wade through in ghoulish delight.

Neil Arnold

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