If you’ve always thought Waking the Cadaver were the most awful brutal death metal on solar system, it’s because you never heard about this enormous pile of shit.

First of all, you can’t take seriously this stuff: this is just the work of an unemployed slacker in which life should just work in a McDonald’s 12 hours a day or as a farmhand in the most desolated and arid fields of Arizona under a midday sun in August. He doesn’t even deserve to own a guitar, an instrumentation or even just an internet connection: what has to be done with him is to send him to the furthermost place on planet earth in a total isolation, with no human contact and in complete starvation. To known the pain and the suffering in their entirety.

This is what happens when you weren’t able to defend yourself from bullies and beatings during your middle school and teenage years: you release all of your frustration through music. But if you don’t know how to play an instrument or make music, you think the only way to get away with it is just producing the most “br00dal” record, merely by taking a guitar, putting as much distortion as possible, downtuning it down to the bottom, playing with just the last string the first keys, and vomiting all the possible human shit to show everyone how much brutal, irreverent, politically incorrect, transgressive and idiot you are.

This Justin Bieber clone in his kindergarten years is just a guy with no ability – I wouldn’t even dare say ‘talent’ – which is trying to make parody of the slamming brutal death metal cliches but he merely ends up making the parody of himself.

The first song, for example, is a lame and exhilarating tentative of an Anal Cunt imitation – what originality! never heard of anything like that! – but the attempt fails easily, because Seth Putnam did this for creating a GG Allin grindcore equivalent. But after that the rest is just bullshit in its purest form.

I’d not comment the rest of this ridiculous pile of shit because is completely useless: you won’t remember anything of this EP, and it’s self-evident that every track here is just same. It’s not about lacking of ideas or matter, ’cause you can have only one of them, but at least trying to make something: this dude doesn’t make anything at all, he just makes a representation of nothingness. It’s like going to the toilet after a heavy lunch, shitting like there’s no tomorrow, taking a pic of it and publishing it on Instagram.

This is shit in the proper sense: this is not an elaboration of concepts, this is an expulsion of matter, like when, exactly, you go to the toilet. The execution of this bunch of nonsense idiocies is extremely awful: pointing out is a solo project – and I think it’s because no one in earth would ever play together with this clown – drums are obviously programmed and guitars are recorded with the multi-track technique.

But not only he has no ability to play an instrument at all, as you can hear throughout the record, he also can’t program a drum machine either and doing a proper production assembly: all the instruments are out of time (wow, what we’re doing here? Captain Beefheart? that’s becoming avant-garde! Whourkr, make the way for the next new genius).

He simply fails in doing everything: playing, recording, mastering, mixing, producing. There’s nothing here you’ll barely think is serious. Let’s skip the lyrics, which are the most ridiculous thing an intelligible human being could ever write in his existence, an insult to human intelligence (I can imagine sentient life forms from outer space coming on earth and getting in touch with this and realizing how fucking dumb are we).

Don’t consider wasting even a second listening to this human error.