Like having your brain cells exposed to a carnally fuelled attack from a horde of carnivorous boars, Skewered in the Sewer impressively gnaws and tears the synapses with a forcibly impressive pestilence of brutal death grind. Unleashed by an intensive scourge going under the name of Gutslit, the debut album from the Mumbai, India quartet is a scintillating primal fury sculpted with technical excellence and passionate violence, not forgetting packs of riffs and hooks which just infect the passions. Though the release is not offering anything strikingly new it is fair to say, with a mouthwatering craft and riveting enterprise to its triumph it easily stands out from the crowd and rigorously ignites the imagination.
Formed in 2007 and for the album consisting of original founder member and bassist Gurdip Singh Narang, vocalist Aditya Barve, drummer Aaron Pinto, and guitarist Dynell Bangera who has since left to be replaced by Prateek Rajagopal, Gutslit is poised to ignite an international appetite for their lethal sounds. Since forming certainly they have made a rich impression at home in what one assumes is a limited audience and just as potently further afield, the split release Contorted Mutilation with Pulmonary Fibrosis in 2009 alerting attention beyond their borders though without lighting any major fires. Skewered in the Sewer with luck and support should be the trigger to greater things and with its careering spite and insidious charm the album deserves all the attention it gets.
As mentioned the nine track release is not bursting with originality and at times easily sparks thoughts of bands such as Dying Fetus, Disgorge, Goratory, and Devourment but it is never an issue as the refreshing and annihilatory voraciousness of the songwriting and savagery unleashes its unrelenting skill and creativeness upon the senses. It is a gripping and thoroughly thrilling violation which mercilessly ravages the listener as soon as the opening intro, Prelude To Putrification sets the scene, the short piece a spoken demonic narrative over an atmospheric evocation. Pustulated Phallic Enthrallment emerges from a cyber-clad violation to seize the ears with a torrent of intensive riffing aligned to an exhaustive tempest of rhythms and bestial growls, the guttural spewing of Barve instantly magnetic with enough variation to lift the narrative without reducing any of his intimidation and primitive malevolence. Sonic invention and acidic grooves make varying degrees of intervention in the maelstrom, each additive igniting the track and passions which are opening their arms towards the exceptional track.
Offal Barter takes the throat in its vicious grip next, again riffs and rhythms a predatory summons for the imagination earning an easy submission before their carnivorous intent and rapaciousness. The production on the album is a big factor in the album’s success as much as the sounds, its willingness to give full clarity and space for the individual elements of the band and songs whilst accentuating the united tsunami of sonic pestilence and creative venom outstanding and on this fury of a track it allows hooks and melodic toxicity to charm and infect the imagination as potently as the violence which pillages the senses.
Both Circumcised With A Chainsaw and Atrophic Cranial Disintegration take things to another level. The first is a maelstrom of breath-taking energy and adventure veined with a technical manipulation and persuasion which stalks the senses with the same instinctive rabidity as the torrential force around them whilst the second track through a discharge of addictive grooves and crippling rhythmic invention leaves senses and brain wasted but blissful in subservience to the demanding provocation. It sculpts bait and lingering contagion which is virulently exhilarating even when it drops to a crouch and slowly devours as it prowls around its victim. It is the best track on the album though constantly challenged by those before it with each play and the likes of the treacherously seductive Haemorrhoidal Brain Custard which follows with its consuming cascade of jagged riffery and a similarly ragged rhythmic excellence.
Pulp Face has body and emotions staggering under its intensive sonic malefaction, every instrument and member of the band bringing a transgression against sanity and emotional safety through a glorious sonic cyclone crafted in the finest detail to scavenge senses and synapses for the last vestige of refusal and defiance before the album’s noxious depths. Its successor Maze Of Entrails is as equally an overwhelming scourge of invention and sound, the guitar design and mix of swinish and pit borne vocals leading the track’s grievous predation. Though neither song can quite climb the heights of earlier tracks both leave a hunger and addiction for more of the sanguinary onslaught.
The album is completed by its sadistic title track, another wind of ferocity which scars and erodes the senses like an aural sandstorm haunted by a demon cast bedlam. It is the perfect ending to a hostile and inhumane assault which enthrals and inflames the passions. Skewered In The Sewer is a more than accomplished sonic malignancy which instantly thrusts Gutslit towards the fore of extreme metal. With a confirmed extensive European tour and slot on Obscene Extreme fest in 2014, this is a band all with an appetite for sadistic pleasures should pay attention to right now.
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