Scourging the Son of God

Started like your typical grim black metal band with fire, moonlight photo sessions, corpsepaint and transilvanian hungerish recordings, Sadogoat quickly quit that style and started wearing grenades and gas masks to play uninteresting and primitive black death in the Beheritian way. On this EP they chose a new victim though, namely Paul Ledney’s Profanatica. They pushed their dedication so far they even took a similar logo and the same kind of artwork, some sacred image with Jesus wearing corpsepaint. The problem is Sadogoat are not Profanatica and they never were Beherit, they either have no music skills or they don’t know what a song is, as all the songs on this EP sound like the same song played over and over again. Here primitivism rhymes with childishness, there are no drum parts and only one riff is used through the whole song, of course the usual song dealing with a goat is present and there is no production whatsoever. This is supposed to be Sadogoat’s last album since they changed their music style (once again) to death trash, they even changed their name this time and from now on they will be called Sadomator, certainly because their next victim is Australia’s death trash heroes Vomitor…