Rating: 5.8

Country: Netherlands

Release Date: 2005

Track list:
1. Indecent Assault
2. Virgin Surgeon
3. Chronic Vaginal Itch
4. Sick Pervert
5. Self Mutilation
6. The Hymen Crusher [mp3]
7. Necrophile
8. Giant Tits/Swollen Clits

Band Website: Hymen Holocaust

Hymen Holocaust - Necromance

Morris Cliteater - Drums, Guitars, Bass and Vokills

Blimey! It's like being taken on a nostalgic, dewy-eyed trip back to my DIY one-man Grind/Gore/Porno/Shit/Noise CD-r trading days of, er, three or four years ago. This is sheer filth, composed of hulking, fuzz-smothered guitars, binary drum prog, flatulent bass and thoroughly rotten vokill liquescence. Each composition thrives upon decadent, sadomasochistic riffs, full o' blunt 'n' chuggy rigidity, aggressive slides and Neanderthal grooves. The atrocious production serves to bedaub the material with further grime, the poorly-equalised, reedy sound and amateur recording causing complete prolapse of the bassy frequencies, resulting in a resonant thud at the bottom-end, with a mediocre fizz on top. The vokills have been pitchshifted with such immoderation that they sometimes lose synchrony with the music, their eructational boxiness slubbing off the greasy axles of the songs. An easily discernible pattern is forged with each similar sounding song, becoming blurred during the faster parts, then clearing up somewhat during the predictable yet satisfying breaks.

Being a one-man Grind recording, it recalls many of the bands from the subterranean sub-sub-genre I mentioned above. The ultra-braindead and perverted Last Days of Humanity and Cock and Ball Torture worship that you might remember from solo-projects such as Necrobestiality, Anal Penetration, later Abosranie Bogom and the pre-'Mongoloid Metal' days of Amoebic Dysentery. The way in which central hub-node of bondage-groove and depravity pulsates in its dispensing of cyclic, caveman rhythms and phrases reminds me of Meatknife's second album and Carne's first.

The lyrical content consists of tactless tales of sexual perversions, unashamed misogyny and necro-paedophilia.

There isn't a lot else I can say about 'Necromance' really, other than this is an acceptable album to listen to if you're in the type of mood that requires you so sit back and nod along in submission to some honest, down-to-earth Pornogroove degeneracy. Passable as it is, it is certainly not an essential purchase, seeing as it would at best simply complement your Pornogore collection, giving you another bawdy, lo-fi interpretation of the kind of sleaze that resides therein.

April 20th, 2006