Release DetailsLABEL Karmageddon Media
RELEASED ON 10/6/2003
For Maggots To Devour
posted on 3/2004 By:
Somebody here worships Six Feet Under. It sure as hell isn’t me so basically that leaves the band in question, Torture Killer. Following in the footsteps of many, many bands who name themselves after their favorite bands’ “choice” pieces of work, Torture Killer have one influence and one influence only. Funny thing is though, I’d actually take this record over any SFU disc any day. “Borrowing” the feel of SFU’s earlier work, Torture Killer keep the focus on gore and completely blast you with an outrageous guitar tone. Power chords dictate the material. The speed is what has prompted me to listen to it more times than necessary. Fat fucking grooves are sped up to a death-thrash pace and admittedly induce horizontal cranial movement. The production is big, but not exactly squeaky clean. Powerful and punchy, the grooves chug ahead like a runaway locomotive; systematic, predictable, yet somehow satisfying. The chords erupt with force and ring true, notifying you of the power they behold. It’s got a little bit of a dirty grit to it, giving the impression that there’s more going on then there really is. I like it; it’s different, but you're not going to be telling your gore buddies how proficient these goons are on their tools. It sounds like Sven on vox. I’m sure it’s not, but if you know Sven then you get the idea of the texture of the violence being delivered.
Surprisingly, I like this record. I don’t know the staying power it beholds though; I’m guessing it’s weak on the meter, but this is some good beer drinkin’ metal. A summertime backyard human limb barbecue would be the perfect event to call on the entertainment services of Torture Killer. As a missing child’s tender torso rotates on the rotisserie, “Sadistic Violation” could induce hearty appetites quite nicely while gulping some frothy brews in anticipation of the tasty flesh at hand. Sprinkle on some Cajun seasoning while “Necrophag” and “Gore Terror” enhance the mood. As you carve into a tender human groin, and the flavorful juices start to flow, “Fuck Them When They Bleed” & a nice glass of red wine should make your smokey experience a memorable one. “For Maggots to Devour” is just like a barbecue I guess; fun to do and a good idea once in awhile, but don’t center your life around the thing, if that’s even possible.
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