The cover of this disc features an illustration of a ghastly naked humanoid, somewhat reminiscent of the famous figure in Edvard Munch’s “Scream,” doubled over and retching putrid piles of pink intestines everywhere. This gives you a very good idea of the aural confections contained within. It’s grindy and screamy and, for all I can tell, it’s “sung” in Swahili or something. When it slows down it reminds me a bit of Skin Chamber or Godflesh, but mostly it just whirs away like a blender full of leper parts, set on frappe for thirty-two minutes, with the cover off. The motif here, just in case they have to beat you over the head with it (and they do), is vomit and puss and spittle and bile and all the oozy, malodorous stuff that is normally hidden deep inside the human body. I oftentimes don’t mind when all the songs sound the same and I enjoy puking as much as the next guy, but this is bulimic and, worse, just plain tedious. I never imagined the Vomitorium could be such a bore. File under: Overwrought.
–aphid (No Idea)