Sunday, 16 October 2016

ORGY OF SWINES - Son of Dick Punch



Orgy of Swines is from New South Wales,  Australia, and consists of:

The Hinge
The Linger

What the band says - "Orgy of Swines has been described as an acrid abomination of bloody ass maggots and corpse juice. With greying beards and swollen prostates, they mash together a dark cacophony of death metal, grind and post 70's sleasecore."

When writing a review, sometimes it can be difficult to search for that elusive word you're looking for when trying to describe an album and do it justice. When commenting on an Orgy of Swines release, 'subtlety' is one word you definitely DONT need, these guys are living on the edge of the precipice. 

Grind is my dirty little secret. I can listen to it, not often, but when the riffs are fat and greasy, as they are on 'Son of Dick Punch', then it transports me, in my mind, to the abattoir, chainsaw in hand and up to my elbows in offal. On this album, as with their other releases, Orgy of Swines just manage to hold everything together, by the flimsiest of sinew, lumbering from one near disaster to the other, leaving carnage in its wake. The opener, 'Key of Fucktard' is a case in point. Starting with the buzzing of flies over the sound of grating metal, the recording quality sounds really poor and tinny, until 54 seconds in, the cacophony of blastbeats and gore soaked riffs churn from the speakers. Then you realise that Orgy of Swines has just been fucking with you, and the carnage is really about to start. The further you crawl into 'Son of Dick Punch' the more punch drunk you become. There used to be a programme on TV called 'Bumfights' in which two hobo's, drunk on meths or whatever, were pitted against each other in a no holds barred fight. 'Son of Dick Punch' is the aural equivalent. It is the swill, scooped off the floor after a joint Napalm Death/ Pig Destroyer recording session, tied together by tendons ripped from the remaining carcass, and the glutinous remains presented to us on a platter