Where they from?
Philadelphia, PA. I’ve been sort of, kind of, following the World Cup, and by that I mean I bet $1 on whoever the underdog is and hope they win. I don’t watch the actual game, I just monitor it through the betting app as I rewatch WWII documentaries on Hulu. It’s not much, but it’s an honest day’s work.

Why the hype?
CREEPY CRAWLERS! Remember that play kit from the 1990s or am I dating myself here? You would put this weird ass gelatinous goo in a metal tray and cook it until it became hard. That’s kind of what this band reminds me of. Gelatin-like bursts of groovy goregrind with pitch-shifted vocals that sound like a german shepherd passing a kidney stone. Oh, and the oompa beats? They are ubiquitous and quite tasteful. Love me an oompa beat.

Latest release?
Split w/ Posthumous Regurgitation, Headsplit. This shit sounds like it was recorded in a dungeon in West Philly, far enough away from Drexel so none of their hipster-influence could spoil the ignorant manifestations of these true goregrinders. And for all we know, it was. Oh look at that, Cape Verde almost won me $17. ALMOST!

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