Review by Carl on September 17, 2024.

It's all about puke with these guys. The song titles, the band name, the title of the album, so yeah, they're quite the charming gentlemen, I presume. You can bring 'em home to mama, no problem, she'll be delighted to get acquainted with these delightful people who make up the membership of the delightfully monikered Vomitrot.

This stuff fucking rocks! Vomitrot is situated somewhere between bands like Undergang, Incantation, and Tomb Mold on one side, and with Archgoat, Conqueror, and Revenge waving to us from the other. Soundwise, this gives us a vitriolic concoction of rotten-sounding chainsaw riffing, an utterly primitive battering percussive assault, and a plethora of throat noises that go from vomitous growls to the sounds of a Neanderthal shouting while he's drowning in phlegm. This magnificently vile gruel of sounds is poured into abrasive songs that don't do nice or friendly in any way while going from relentless jackhammering primitivism to crushing crawl and back again. The music sounds so filthy and debauched that I swear that greenflies started crawling out of my speakers halfway through this album. I gotta ask where this band has been all my life because this is simply awesome in all its primordial aural terror.

While it is easy to just slap on a sloppy production under the guise of 'it's underground', that is not the route these cave-dwelling numbnuts have taken. The band has instead opted for a soundmix that sounds pretty balanced out and reasonably clear enough, while still maintaining that necessary grit and grime this sort of sonic sludge so dearly needs to come across convincingly. Everything sounds heavy and particularly menacing, keeping it organic, while avoiding any trappings of contrived modernity in soundmixing throughout.

This is an exhilarating debut by a band that I hope will go on to just do what they do best, which is delivering filth-caked death metal with a war metal edge added, going for the throat, taking no hostages. In this, they are blood brothers of other purveyors of gritty intensity like Pissgrave, Sonic Poison, Filtheater, and Infernal Coil to name check a few, and I hope to see a lot more of this kind of stuff coming in the near future, both in general and from Vomitrot themselves. From what I hear on the 'rotboys second slice "Emetic Imprecations", we're not rid of them yet. Thankfully.

Rating: 9.5 out of 10