Sufferinfuck's hate spree is vomited forth as an obsessive and all consuming acrimony born of poisoned thoughts of political nihilism and social disgust that reeks as much of despair as it does of anguish. Vocals dominate the fundamental trigger of paroxysmal rage where a compulsion to flay, bite, smash and any other such act of regressive hostility overwhelm any sense of humanity. Whilst the surrounding instruments in blistering tempo architect an equally bitter and vile pulsating series of hate inducing spasms.
First and second tracks Fuck Work and Harbinger of Death open with clever samples that press on the listener to reevaluate the status quo of society and humanity in general, all aided by the forthcoming series of blasts, riffs and screams that coalesce for some very dominant and demanding music, which is fortunate given the music is well beyond the mediocrity with the exception of the penultimate track Stagnant which aptly lives up to its name, remaining a backwash of reverb and screams. However attaining greatness in 9 of your 10 tracks is well ahead of the point of redemption, musically of course, I would be terrified to hear their views on religion and salvation which would probably entail something along the lines of the forced extinction of the human race.
Sufferinfuck's grind strapped to a rhino reminds me somewhat of a nefarious half and half bond between Cellgraft and Maruta, although far less civilised and far more louder, aggressive and by every account brutal yet still in a shared vein of misanthropy between the three.
If you want to wake up splattered in unknown blood, then by all means indulge!
