Rating: 6.3

Country: Netherlands

Release Date: 2006

Record Label: Amputated Vein

Track list:
1. Covered in mange
2. Purulent mucus remains
3. Decomposing gore
4. Festering fornication
5. Imposter
6. Self devourment
7. Perishable life
8. Battered and beaten
9. Cannibalistic ecstacy
10. Excreting your digested meat

Band Website: Bloodboil

Bloodboil - Festering Fornication

Norman - Vocals
Marcel - Drums
Con - Guitar
Robert - Bass

With its bloody brutal might, Bloodboil will fling you right into the pit of unaccommodating territorial gorillas, like a cute baby wearing a white hood in a nigger boxing ring, where you immediately get sledge-hammered by their dark hairy fists, tossed about like a rag doll, stomped on till shit squirts out of your ass, get your ears bitten off of course, and inevitably, get dribbled around by them. That's pretty much what they do to you on Festering Fornication, the long overdue full-length by the brutal Dutch primates. Well, sometimes they also hang you upside down on vines and make you oscillate while treating you as a piñata, something which I fancy passes off as hooks, but yeah, that's just about all the variation you are going to get over here.

Butchered At Birth happens to be the most obvious and primary influence on Festering Fornication, but as the monkeys evolved into club-happy barbaric Neanderthals, Bloodboil's primitive and savage Cannibal Corpse-isms too seem to have progressed to resemble the likes of their modern counterparts Severe Torture on their debut Feasting On Blood. Mate it with the unrelenting and mind-numbing brutality of Massmurder's Slaughtered For Snuff, and the resulting child or monkey should be close enough for you to recognise as Festering Fornication – a pure Dutch creature, though one shouldn't get enraged if people confuse it for a German one thanks to their chubby bands having an affinity for Cannibal Corpse such as Spawn, old Maledictive Pigs, Harmony Dies, etc. One fucker even saw some of early Barney Napalm Death in it – he got thrashed, but the people who gave him the thrashing got remorseful later on, as they realised he wasn't entirely wrong.

After my tryst with Bloodboil‘s The Art of the Flesh EP and all the six years of suspenseful anticipation that went behind this full length, I didn't particularly expect dreamy passages or sentimental leads, but neither did I expect something so trite and monotonous. To this humble and hairy Dutch death metal enthusiast, Festering Fornication thus comes as a mild disappointment. However, if you can earn yourself a pair of black eyes and then squint at it from the brutal angle, Bloodboil does look quite healthy for your brutal cravings, especially if you're a hot-blooded early Cannibal Corpse fanatic. In which case, bang your fucking man-boobs, growl like your better looking primates, and get ready to grope some Bloodboil. Don't swing on vines just yet, because Tarzan you're not.

May 15th, 2007