Drowned in Rectal Sludge

I feel like me and maybe five other people in the world are fans of Intestinal Disgorge beyond the standard "Hey guys, listen to this" people out there. It's somewhat understandable. Yeah, Intestinal Disgorge does music that's quite clearly somewhat ridiculous and bizarre, but beyond that I've always been interested in the deeper elements of their music: the creepily precise non-riffing, the hideous, malignant atmosphere, and (invariably) the terrifying, deranged vocals. I've always found Intestinal Disgorge to be one of the most atmospheric bands in modern grind next to Lymphatic Phlegm or Paracoccidioidomicosisproctitissarcomucosis, and this debut album is a great example of the primordial origins of their current style. The band would later on become less overtly chaotic and more musical, but this album is a slab of ferocious, gory noisecore unlike anything else out there.

Let's just get past the vocals early. Yeah, they're just as crazy as everyone says. Intestinal Disgorge uses a sort of Impetigo philosophy of 'whatever we feel like' when it comes to vocals- they're not very organized or designed with a particular objective in mind, as you can tell by the enormous variety of styles displayed and the seemingly improvised nature of most of them. The band snorts, gurgles, shrieks, and grunts their way through every track- they're just making whatever noise they can to make the music sicker. Beyond the more 'normal' gurgling and grunting, the most obvious point of interest for most part are the borderline-patented 'bitch screams', which are exactly that- impossibly high, hideous screams that sound like a little girl getting raped to death in a dimly lit basement. No, I have no idea how they're produced- I don't think they're pitch-shifted, which means that at least one of the guys in this band must be rivaling Whitney Houston in octave range to be able to pull them off.

On the off chance you're able to get past the vocals, there's also music, as many seem to have forgotten. And, as more seem to have forgotten, it doesn't sound like Mortician or 'normal grind', no matter how many people say it. Intestinal Disgorge probably owes the majority of their sound (at least on this record) to the Meat Shits, presenting a sloppy, again seemingly improvised combination of churning, sluggish death metal riffs and random tapping and tremolo riffing. Some of the riffs are pretty coherent and cut from the Meat Shits mold, but the rest are likely improvised, like the crazy, mocking 'solos' that pop up here and there at any given moment. The guitar tone is sickly and synthetic and clashes beautifully and noisily against the vocals and the spastically programmed drum machine. The production is clippy and unclear because everything's so loud. Of course this doesn't matter.

What makes Intestinal Disgorge such a fascinating band, however, is their sense of atmosphere. Each track, no matter how short and seemingly pointless, seems to have its own individual flavor and feel, though they're all made from the same basic elements. The structuring of these microsongs is completely awful and unpleasant: impossibly slow, sluggish death metal riffs will suddenly explode into random blast beats and shrieking, then a punky passage with electronically treated vocals might emerge- this has just as much in common with noisecore as it does extreme metal. Despite the somewhat comedic nature of the band, you always get the feeling that there's a creepy, serious undercurrent to it all, as though this is music made by the kind of guys who would gather around a computer and constantly play and replay Ogrish videos in silence. It's ugly, ugly music and I'm not sure it's a joke, which is why it's so good.

I do like this album a lot, but I'll come out and say that it's definitely not the best- the followup album is probably Intestinal Disgorge's magnum opus, where the fusion of noise and a more real sense of songwriting came together. That being said, if you're willing to explore the noisiest, most chaotic, sickest reaches of the metal scene, this is absolutely worth your time. I would rather listen to this than any of the prog bullshit you probably like. There are no riffs or melodies? Good.

LMAO!!

The first time I listened to the song "Corrosion Of Green Anal Walls", I literally pissed myself laughing the moment you here the screams, literally are from another planet surely. Like a little girl getting molested meets a rabbit being slit open.

The song titles are great, as is the ridiculous toilet based theme, ha ha.

The quality of the music is terrible, but they are the first to point that out I bet. Simple and boring straight forward typical grind and crunchy riffs that my grand mother could write. This is sure just another novelty band. But, if you put that aside for a moment, the vocals are brilliant. The deep guttural gurgles literally are just that and the screaming is viciously stupid, almost too good, most people would turn it off. But the vocal experimentation is a full marks from me, literally like psychotic desperation and pleading for their life, twisted around and expressed through another unknown species. Especially the song "Intestinal Collapse And Melting", the bellowing roars and switches into screams are brilliant. I can't praise the vocals enough. For that alone this LP gets my vote.