Artist......: Sanguisugabogg
Album.......: Homicidal Ecstasy
Year........: 2023
Genre.......: Death Metal
Label.......: Mutilation Productions
Source......: CD
Encoder.....: libFLAC 1.4.3 20230623
Bitrate.....: 1050kbps avg.
F.Rate......: 44.1kHz
Playtime....: 00:45:16 / 357.37MB
R.Date......: 2025-01-05
S.Date......: 2023-02-03
Website.....: http://sanguisugabogg.bandcamp.com
01. Black Market Vasectomy 2:56
02. Face Ripped Off (feat. Aaron Heard) 2:53
03. Pissed 3:18
04. Testicular Rot 4:24
05. Hungry for Your Insides 1:31
06. Skin Cushion 3:07
07. A Lesson in Savagery 4:27
08. Narcissistic Incisions 4:41
09. Mortal Admonishment 5:03
10. Proclamation of the Frail 4:15
11. Necrosexual Deviant 4:07
12. Feening for Bloodshed 4:34
I first discovered the deliciously wretched Sanguisugabogg, not on the
pages of this blog, but thanks instead to The Algorithm Ö. There I was,
click-clacking away to the dulcet tones of death metal, when my ears perked
up. What was this? Why, none other than the opener of the æBoggÆs first
full-length album Tortured Whole. I was immediately taken by their 2021
debut, and I spun that (very) bad boy many times, taken as I was by its
grimy groove, brutal efficiency and the vast amounts of fun these low lives
are clearly having as they squeal their way through such a pungent platter.
Now here I sit, two years later, with their follow-up Homicidal Ecstasy
grasped firmly in my muck-encrusted mockery of a hand. But how does it
measure up? Don your splash guard, pop a few preventative antibiotics and
letÆs dive in.
If Mortician and Cannibal Corpse dined on a steaming plate of Vomit Forth,
Sanguisugabogg is what would show up in their stomach contents during the
autopsy later that night. They play a chuggy, muddy, tactless form of
brutal death metal, complete with mid-paced walls oÆ riff, shotgun double
bass, the worldÆs most hollow and explosive of snares, and grotesque growls
that every now and then descend into delightful pig squeals. This is
straightforward, brutal death thatÆs having too much fun to notice your
elitist scoff. If it were to take notice, however, IÆd tuck that extended
pinky in if I were you.
Let's dispense with the niceties, shall we? Sanguisugabogg are nasty,
brutish fiends who have produced a nasty, brutish album. Homicidal Ecstasy
skips unnecessary atmospheric introductions, the horror movie clips and the
slow, melancholic build in favor of a track called ôBlack Market
Vasectomy.ö The thick, mid-paced chug, colossal riffing and guttural groove
might not reinvent the brutal death wheel, but like the blood-caked club a
passing Cro-Magnon might use to bash in your precious homo sapien skull,
itÆs simple but effective. But ôBlack Market Vasectomyö is not just an
evocative title; itÆs also a savage blueprint for whatÆs to come. Across 45
minutes, Sanguisugabogg delivers riff after beefy, rotten riff, punctuated
by a consistent grooviness that feels like an aural sledgehammer drubbing.
ôTesticular Rotö melds the thunderous feedback hum of Acid Bath with some
solid staccato riffing and marks the moment, for me, where drummer and
album MVP Cody Davidson comes into his own, hammering away on his hollow
void of a snare, stomping a hole through the double bass drums and
attacking his defenseless cymbals unmercifully. The result? A satisfying
brutal death sojourn knocked slightly askew (and thus improved) by the
madman behind the kit. ôSkin Cushionö introduces a bloodthirsty freneticism
that previous tracks only hinted at, and ôNarcissistic Incisionsö serves as
a fitting homage to Cannibal CorpseÆs ôNothing Left to Mutilate.ö
What truly stops Homicidal Ecstasy from surpassing its predecessor is
length. While itÆs only 12 minutes longer than 2021Æs Tortured Whole, those
extra few minutes donÆt do the album many favors. Indeed, the final few
tracks find the æBogg coasting on (still decidedly entertaining) fumes.
Luckily, even though some of the bloom is off this rotten rose, there
remain some tasty thorns to be had. Starting with ôMortal Admonishmentö and
culminating with ôFeening for Bloodshed,ö The thick, viscous riffs and the
sharp, off-kilter menace that is DavidsonÆs drumming help to elevate what
could easily descend into monotony. While the closing tunes tend to
intermingle, this contrast remains remarkably effective, long after that
echoing snare has fallen silent.
No one needed to read this review to draw their own conclusions about
Sanguisugabogg. TheyÆre one of several death metal bands of the moment, and
they've received their fair share of glowing reviews and loads of love on
social media. Here, though, you may find an unexpected dose of
level-headedness. Is Homicidal Ecstasy a boring, one-note clone? Hardly.
Does it mark the second coming of the death metal messiah? Nope. Instead,
it's a fun, vulgar slab of brutality produced by a fun, vulgar quartet who
clearly love what they do. ThatÆs good enough for me.