Resolutely crude and barbaric and forsaking any niceties like “progression” or good taste, CRURIFRAGIUM explode forth with a filthiness beyond compare. Granted, its grind ‘n’ churn owes reverential debut to the dual gods of Blasphemy and Beherit, but these particular Beasts of the Temple of Satan exhibit a ghastly, gibbering intensity that sounds like those last frayed ends of sanity forever severing their grip upon (ir)reality and (ir)rationality.
