From either the too stupid to ignore or the too good to ignore file (and I’m not sure which), PULPIT VOMIT speweth forth its first full length in the form of Hospital Lens. Several singles brought us here – many holiday themed – but the trio has wisely left the holiday-specific ones off of the debut…what, adding another 3:35 to an already short record woulda killed you?
The first of the three already released, ‘Razor Jaw’ scrapes and scrambles, rats in a maze, but we’re the rats and the maze is on fire, and we’re on fire, and, oh yeah! There are also rusty-bladed wheels chasing us. And guess what? They are on fire! ‘Ghost In The Bedroom Closet’ doesn’t lurk like a polite ghost, just kicking back waiting on you to open the door or be frightened of the tapping on the wrong side of the door. No, mate. This one lashes out at your pitiful, bed-bound form, a screaming vulture with ash-filled throat, beak tearing mercilessly.
The ballad here is ‘The Filth’, not as chaotic as what’s come before, but more decided, more focused in its attack, and likely more damaging. The Luddite coda here is madness incarnate. ‘No Place In Power’ fuses BENÜMB pound to TODAY IS THE DAY’s raving derangement, while ‘Untitled Instrumental’ proves the trio can more than hold their own, even without the gibbering vocals, just this side of industrial.
After a fierce ‘Skin Collector’ and CRETIN-ous ‘Midnight Nun’, ‘Spewing Vomit From The Pulpit’ hurls invective and incendiary noise barrages, tank treads crushing bone, brain and mortal flesh to so much effluvia. Oh, and the tanks? They’re on fire!
Review By: Lord Randall
PULPIT VOMIT
Hospital Lens
Rottweiler Records