Just under a year after the aptly named Demo 2025, MULTIWOMB either pollutes the already cluttered brutal death metal sewer with even more aural fecal matter OR proves that you can, in fact, polish a turd into something presentable. Let’s study the Anatomy Of Gorelust, shall we?

Wisely wishing “Fuck off and die” to tiresome intros, ‘Blood Climax’ goes for the money shot instantly, and – while I’d love a fuller drum sound when it comes to the toms (are those literal coffee cans, sir?), there’s something endearing here that recalls the early ‘00s basement and squat shows I went to in Detroit. ‘Labia Dismemberment’ boasts a sharp guitar tone, too ragged to be deemed surgical, but the riffs are there in rusty spades, and I’m sort of coming over to the side of the drums, befitting the true underground nature the Indonesians are puking up here.

Vocals are understandable, guttural enough without descending into pure globule-gushing guck, displaying a few different delivery tactics in ‘Womb Dissection’, in itself a true hearse full o’ riffs in and of itself. ‘Enema Of Boiling Gore’ churns and roils, never really moving beyond a determined plod, off-time rhythms and chord patterns grabbing by the throat, forcing the listener into and through the mostly instrumental track which – surprisingly, as the longest song on here by far – commands attention.

While solos are not prevalent throughout the album, the inventive riff machine more than makes up for not being forced to listen to some self-absorbed neck stroker sonically jerk off to the pictures of Trey Azagthoth that live rent free in his spank bank. ‘Necroslut Vivisection’ diverges from the primarily mid-paced ethic, slam-inducing with a breakdown or two tossed into the woodchipper. I feel by now that I can’t really imagine the record without the drum sound it has – which does actually improve over time – so I’m almost wondering if the mild irritation from early on wasn’t a mixing issue to begin with. Don’t get me wrong, the Maxwell House toms are still there, but dammit, they fit.

Nailing the lid shut on the viscera-filled oil drum that is the debut with ‘Impaled With Lust’, the trio has shat forth a solid first outing, and you know what? I feel like dumping more offal and bile down the sewer is exactly what MULTIWOMB set out to do with Anatomy Of Gorelust. They’re certainly not out to make things any prettier, that’s for sure.
Review By: Lord Randall

MULTIWOMB
Anatomy Of Gorelust
Grave Island Records