Whatever you do, don’t look up the uncensored version of the album cover. I know, I know. The above image was deemed palatable for public consumption. Let’s just say the unedited artwork on this slice of gore harkens back to the good old The Wretched Spawn and Tomb of the Mutilated-era artwork of Cannibal Corpse. It’s equal parts grotesque and offensive. I guess you can say the run of understated album covers by Cannibal Corpse has come to an end. At any rate, if you do buy the album or find yourself Googling the unedited artwork, don’t say that I didn’t warn you. It’s pretty fucked up.
And I think in light of all things 2020 and 2021, I think we simply deserve some fucked up shit. I feel Cannibal Corpse really missed an opportunity in not releasing this festering wound of an album in such a festering wound of a year (2020). It could have been the soundtrack to the pandemic.
This latest slab feels pretty much like Cannibal Corpse on autopilot. These guys do what they do and they are really good at it. The biggest difference on this current album is the addition of Hate Eternal’s Erik Rutan on guitar after Pat O’Brian had a complete meltdown a few years back. Things don’t miss a beat at all in that the chemistry between Rutan and Rob Barrett feels seamless. Rutan also steps up to the plate with quite a few songwriting credits along with Barrett, Alex Webster and Paul Mazurkiewicz.
Verdict: just a great Cannibal Corpse album for the fans of the genre. Nothing spectacular, but just a reliably solid release by one of the godfathers of gore.
4 flip flops out of 5