Artist: Repuked
Title: Pervertopia
Type: Album
Label: Code 7

Do you like Autopsy and Carnage ? I bet Repuked like them more. Hailing, (and I quote directly from the press blurb here), “from a public toilet in Stockholm, Sweden, early 2007”, Repuked are a four piece outfit featuring the lol-o-caust-al line up of “Rob the Slob”, (bass), “Nick Sheit” (guitar), “Richie Rimjob” (guitar) and...erm...”Kinky Stieg” (drums). All four contribute to the vocals. Can you guess what this is going to sound like yet ?

Yes! It's ultra-primitive old school death metal mixed with a crusty-punk attitude and a fucking retarded obsession with unpleasantness (“I wanna puke on you” or “Toxic Constipation”, anyone ?). I like both Autopsy and Abscess, and thus almost by default I really enjoy this album, though in a slightly guilty-pleasure kind of way. This is a sloppy-sounding, simple-riffed beast, where the reverb of the guitar strings produces a filthy grinding groove that evokes similarly slack-sphinctered brown explosions. On the one hand, I find myself rolling my eyes at some of the more moronic opening sequences and the sheer lack of originality, but then the demon on my shoulder tells my higher faculties to shut up and fuck off as another fecund wave of bacterial riffing comes my way.

Slow, grinding riffs and scatological breakdowns combine with shambling, shuffling quicker sections in an almost too chaotic to work musical experiment in terror. The changing vocals, from one set of nasty throat gargling to slightly less or more vomit inducing sounds, add a little to variety, if not flavour. There are a couple of minor gems here; the title track “Pervetopia” in particular has a little more going for it than many of its cousins. Yes, the production is pretty much spot on for this kind of aural abuse. It produces some nice bottom end grunt for the sloppier moments, with the chaos presented in full without losing any of the clarity. Where Pervetopia really stumbles though is in the length; without more killer tracks, half of these songs are redundant and largely interchangeable. As a five or six track EP to bide them by until they had some more ideas, this would have been a minor cracker. As it is, it's about as inoffensive as a deliberately offensive piece of art could be. Enjoyable, but forgetable.

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