Review by Sam on February 4, 2026.

A distinctly Demilich-ish riff springs from the speakers at the onset of Oozing Radioactive Vomition and its title track. I love that they decided to go with the archaic word “vomition”, which is a term for the act or power of vomiting, referring to the forceful ejection of stomach contents… Already in my short time spent with Cryptworm, frontman Hanyi Tibor has taught me a couple of new words, such as the aforementioned one as well as “scaphism”, which is a rather horrifying type of capital punishment inflicted by ancient Persians that may or may not be a made-up story emanating from Greek mythology. Anyhow, thank you, Hanyi, for the edification.

So what’s new on the second full-length from the barbaric brothers out of Bristol? Well, other than a more pronounced appreciation for one of Finland’s finest progenitors of brutal death, they’ve added bassist Joss Farrington, expanding personnel to three members, and drummer Joe Knight has been sacked and replaced by one Jamie Wintle. This is a slight upgrade, which I will address momentarily. The other big deal going on here is the appearance of, well, I won’t call it a guitar solo, but most definitely a lead guitar lick, which makes its first appearance in the ensemble’s oeuvre to date on the second song. You can see the dudes perform this one live on YouTube from a complete show in Paris that was recorded one year ago. The sound quality for said vid is very good, and Hanyi frequently speaks to the crowd between songs, so you can get a feel for his personality beyond the headbanger histrionics. As fine a lad as you’d meet on a May morning.

The main difference between the drummers, new and old is that the new guy, Wintle, might have a double pedal affixed to his kick drum. He does use one on the live performance on YouTube. I can’t say for sure about this album, but I do believe I detected a triplet flam slamming into a snare drum hit a time or two, and some of the Slayer beats employed here might imply the use of a slave pedal, but don’t look for any sustained 32nd note devastation. Not only will it not be found, but it absolutely will not be required. The beauty of Cryptworm is their steadfast minimalism. The only other notable variation regarding Knight and Wintle is that the old school one-footed blasts seem to have tightened up a bit.

Aside from the lead guitar on 'Organ Snatcher', that track features some of the meatiest riffs in the band’s catalog. Hanyi Tibor is a veritable riff machine. If you have enjoyed Cryptworm since their debut EP Verminosis, you will also notice a marked improvement in production. Still sounds analog, but with added clarity, especially to the drums. The middle portion of 'Organ Snatcher' is a doom sequence that would make Asphyx grin benevolently. I would love to know what guitar tuning Tibor uses, but let’s just say it’s tuned to the analogous abyss of primordial putridity. I cannot emphasize enough the effectiveness of the simplicity that these guys adhere to. There is quite literally no pretense to be found in their music.

Some of the gurgles that ooze from the mouth of Hanyi on 'Necrophagous' are stark in their ability to sicken. His voice could not be more aptly suited for the vile and bilious slime that pours out of him. The other aspect of Cryptworm that I love is that, although I get the feeling I’m hearing nothing new under the sun from them, they just have a very sincere honesty about that which they create. They know full well that they are not breaking any barriers, but their stuff brims with a confidence that cannot and will not be denied.

The songs on this LP have increased a bit in average length, but every single one of them makes its point and its counterpoint while never wearing out its welcome. As a rule, I never listen to the same album more than once in a day, but I am proud to say I have breached that policy multiple times with Cryptworm and their material remains fresh and awe-inspiring every time. The dreadful doom of the dead reappears on the intro to album closer 'Submerged Into Vile Repugnance', complete with another epic gurgle. So fukken brutal. From thence, it’s a bloodshower of blasts and warp speed riffage as our man details the dissolution of rancid remains. I cannot wait for my vinyl copy to arrive. 

Rating: 10 of 10 dead bloated bodies