Rating: 8.8

Country: Australia

Genre: Death Metal/Goregrind

Record Label: Prime Cuts Music

Release Date: 2007

Track list:
1. Introdicktion Bitches!
2. Cactus Sack
3. Smokin' the Captain
4. Tragic Tockley Terror
5. Ropes Amor'e
6. Heads Pushed, Throats Fucked
7. Drenched in Vaginal Stench
8. Thanks for the Mammaries
9. Womb of the Mutilated
10. Instrumenstrual
11. Dark Cold Grim Frostbitten Nocturnal Forest Emissions
12. Into the Seeping Caves of Festering Sores
13. Cunt Crushing Glory
14. Hurtin' the Beef Curtain
15. Monsters of Cock
16. In the Stink
17. Fucked in the Arse, Shot in the Face
18. Chuck Wow
19. Cunt Grunt Hunt
20. The End Cumplete!
Total playing time 33:37

Band Website: Cuntscrape

Cuntscrape - Thrush Bang Mania

Lord Labia - Guitar, Vocals
Depravia Majora - Drums, Vocals
'Sybian Machine' Bumslop - Bass, Vocals
Schwingslayer - Vocals
Louis Rambon'e - Vocals

Blimey! I try not to make a habit of introducin' a release by harpin' on about it's packagin' right away, but I think in this instance it's impossible for me to ignore. As we know, many subterranean grind or brutal death bands like to saturate their releases in swathes of porntastic pics, but this is one of the most pussyfied layouts I've seen in a fair while. It's phallus-filled too. An imposin' penile pentagram, a pic set of sagged labia instead of band member shots, a bleached arsehole closeup, a slimy collage of dilated, furrowed and dilapidated twats and a puerile yet hilarious pic of a gelatinous lady-garden with an eye instead of a clitoris and teeth instead of a vulva. It's naughty stuff indeed, like a cross between Lividity, Gynophagia and Satan's Revenge on Mankind! Right, so you know if you purchase this without hearin' a track and find it's not to your taste when you play it, there are still plenty of lovely baggy old cloppers to look at! Hurrah! From the cover alone, many would predict that this is some of the cheeziest, sleaziest, most groove-stuffed pornogrind slobber imaginable. Not quite!!

To be honest, you won't find bulldozer bondage riffs or pitchshifted cistern vox on this, ‘cos it takes a much more traditional death/grind approach, with more modern techniques bein' used in moderation. It's still cheezy and sleazy though! On here you'll feel the silliness of grindrock or grind ‘n' roll and the adrenaline of pub-punk rock, combined with the messiness of classick pornogrind and the ale-fuelled stomp of goreyfied Razorback style thrash. Where stuff like Rompeprop is bukkake party music, I think some of the swaggerin' riffs and blazin' licks on Thrush Bang Mania make it the perfect BBQ bukkake party music.

Testosterone filled growls and fuck-garglin' howls narrate a series of heavy, catchy tunes that are filled with rampant, thrustin' guitarwork, energetic percussion, sizeable bass throb and many well-placed porno samples. A fair few of the riffs do that rather voluptuous thing where it starts of with a roarin' chord sequence, then punctuates it by droppin' in chunks of palm-mutery. More often than not, big hairy balls will be unleashed later on in the song, along to the sounds of searin' leadwork, afore returnin' to a big, pulsatin' piece of riffola. A lot of the tunes are very much like parodies of the styles in which they're steeped, but this is no more true than on the ridiculous "Dark Cold Grim Frostbitten Nocturnal Forest Emissions"!! ‘Cos you can never poke too much fun at black metal! Cuntscrape are fully equipped with everything you'd need to make an album about human daftness and depravity work well as a recordin': excellent song craft, accomplished but not braggadocious musicianship, a firm grasp of dynamics, a good ear for a tune, access to a bank of unlimited pornographic sources and a bulbous sense of humour!

The production is good for this type of stuff; it's not fattened out with countless guitar tracks or packed solid with studio trickery; its rough, organic and warm. As well as guit/bass/drums/vox, you'll also hear some electronic elements on here, all of which is wobblin' thrum well deployed!

Overall, this is like a cross between Club Mondo Bizarre and Ampeauty by Pungent Stench, with lots and lots of Macabre smeared all over it. There's also quite a lot of Blood Duster on here too, as well as some Lord Gore and Engorged, maybe Cumbeast and perhaps bit of Mucupurulent too. I'm also reminded a bit of Meat Shits in the way they weave their samples into the music. A bit of the flashy, stroby guitar work reminded me of something Clotted Symmetric Sexual Organ did a few years ago, and, bizarrely, some of it has a similar bawdy comedy quality similar to that of UK scamps, the Macc Lads!

Some of these lyrics are priceless! Their gloriously filthy poetry gives us all a selection of titillatin' tales coverin' such capers as vaginal flatulation durin' cunnilingus: ‘I like to wait and watch/Stare at your tuna crotch/Anticipation and excitement/And cop a windy draft! Fumilingus – When a woman fasts directly in your face with her cunt/Super!', the aftermath of shavin' your scrotum: ‘Admiring my new, silky smooth like pouch/Assuming the position on the well soiled couch/Sweaty, stinky nutsack itch/Fuck me swinging, this rash is a bitch/Cactus sack, cactus sack/It's like a prickly pear near me crack', or skullfuckery: ‘Your throat's a nice pipe/Now you'll earn your stripes/Squeeze the wrinkly bag/For a few pints of clag/Daddy's not so proud/Now you're a human toilet/Here's some head trauma/Sorry to spoil it!!'. So inspirin' are the lyrics, that I could just carry on until I've typed ‘em all out for you, but that'd be daft; you'll have to get your own and chuckle heartily to yourselves as you revel in that decadent verse.

I loved every second of this. Utterly debauched, filth-caked entertainment. Buy immediately.

December 30th, 2008