Torture Rack Malefic Humiliation

Torture Rack Malefic Humiliation
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With the grace of a corpse and the subtlety of a blood-drunk backwoods maniac, Torture Rack tear into the primal innards of that old-school, Butchered At Birth-era Cannibal Corpse style. Malefic Humiliation doesn't seek to reinvent the genre — if anything it devolves it, and that may be one of its greatest strengths. This is simple, barbaric death metal at its finest, subverting all want of polish in favour of raw, gore-drenched belligerence, while still providing a wealth of great riffs and chugging grooves.
 
With a schizophrenic tendency, Malefic Humiliation retains a surprising range throughout, never staying still, never going stagnant. The crazed momentum of "Masked In Leeches" embodies the desperate chase of a victim by their killer, before being overcome in "Found In Feces" and viciously hacked on in the mud. "Corpse Revenge" stands out as it spices the slaughter with some zombified d-beat.
 
Torture Rack have struck a perfect balance of expectation and surprise, offering a wealth of slopping heavy riffs with the sonic quality of gurgling stomach fluids. They know what made death metal great at its inception. No bullshit, no fancywork nor bells and whistles, just straight-up brutality, and that is exactly what makes Malefic Humiliation such a great listen. (20 Buck Spin)