This is the third album from UK death metallers Cryptworm.
Infectious Pathological Waste offers up a 35-minute festering cesspit of death metal nastiness. Served to us by current and ex-members of Coffinborn, Cryptic Shift, and Rothadás, Cryptworm arrive covered in excremental gore and ready to bring the filth.
It’s an old-school death metal cauldron of foul excreta and rotting innards. Infectious Pathological Waste is well-named; it’s resolutely disgusting, but also moreish. If you end up listening to this album for too long you’ll be hooked, and then there’s no hope for you. It’s an unhealthy, likely terminal addiction, but a damn good one nonetheless. Cryptworm know their pustulant death metal inside and out.
The music brings the riffs and boasts the sort of vocals that sound like the singer is vomiting sewage. The songs are hymns to decaying biological ejecta, spewed forth with surprisingly catchy feral character, all sickening grooves and slime-ridden melodies. As an album it’s brutal and nasty, but also hideously good fun, assuming you like being covered in ordure and having your body pulverised.
Well then, this is grotesque, in the best of ways. Infectious Pathological Waste delivers a strong and enjoyable collection of puke and putrid guts for the listener to retch all over. If the idea of old-school death metal that’s been born in a slaughterhouse and then dragged through a sewer appeals to your delicate sensibilities, then pay close attention to Cryptworm. They have the songs and they have the filth. Embrace both.
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