Sewage Sammich
One Man's Sewage Is Another Man's Sammich
7.6
I only signed up for this because I didn’t think anyone else wanted any part of it. Not that I blame anybody, I mean, just how unappealing and lowbrow can you get based on the sickly comedic cover art, and song titles such as “Bongwaterbed”, “Grindcore Steering Wheel”, “Sittin’ On The Toilet Eatin’ Chinese”, and “K-9 69”? Well let me tell you, I sure the hell was knocked for a loop at how startlingly effective this compact, grinding effort turned out to be. Not only is the attempted humor actually quite funny in a warped sort of way, but the music I discovered on the ridiculously titled One Man’s Sewage Is Another Man’s Sammich from the equally absurdly named Sewage Sammich is unexpectedly killer as well.
I shit you not, so to speak. I was as surprised as anyone at how these 22 wicked tracks leave no doubt that Sewage Sammich set out to destroy eardrums with some legitimately nasty grind. I think they borrowed The Berzerker’s drum machine for a few of the jams, because that same rocks-under-a-lawnmower hyperspeed snare pops up often, like a machine gun going off in your ear. And the riffs? Damn, they’re not half bad most of the time. Wickedly catchy, seething with punkish venom and drunken spite at different wired-out tempos, there was more than one occasion where I found myself in near disbelief at just how genuinely badass some of these grimy tracks are. Pig Destroyer’s Scott Hull lends a limb on production duties here, and the man is a true master of his craft because the sound punches you right in the fucking mush. It’s cool the way some songs have a different tone to them altogether depending on whether the vibe is more of a classic take on violent punk, or something leaning more towards straightforward, screaming deathgrind. Either way, I’m highly enthused about this release, if for nothing else but the charmingly titled, abbreviated curveball they throw with “Retarded Chicks Don’t Care If I Have AIDS”.
Limited to 1,000? Oh hell. I probably won’t have to worry about this selling out within the next week, but I won’t be the least bit surprised if it does sell out quicker than expected once people find out the novelty appearance of it isn’t indicative of the raw grindpunk chaos within. This is how 0:56 second-long songs should be done, hard, fast, and right for the throat. Man, even I want a fucking copy. This is good, sick shit that doesn’t make you feel bad for getting a chuckle out of the lowest common denominator in metal humor.
