You could argue that naming your album 'C**t' isn't big and isn't clever, but with grindcore bands (not renowned for their size and intelligence) you'd be wasting your breath. Blood Duster's second full-length release, if you can call it that at a mere twenty minutes, continues to push their "porngrind" style ahead by essentially imitating others, diversifying their own discography slightly, but also sadly moving away from the areas that were quite promising on the previous release.
While 'Str8 Outta Northcote' sought to combine grindcore outbursts with stoner rock riffs, here the emphasis is more fully on the former, albeit with a more satisfying death metal tone. The production quality has taken a step down, which isn't necessarily a bad thing as it does add a certain atmosphere, but this atmosphere is then spoiled whenever a new track starts and the inevitable, poorly-chosen film sample introduces yet another repetitive song. Unlike most grind bands, who opt for samples of violence and classic horror, the samples here deal almost exclusively with the porn industry, as represented by Hollywood in films such as 'Boogie Nights' and 'Orgazmo,' rather than anything more satisfying obscure and filthy. So essentially, this is less than softcore porngrind.
Tony Forde's vocals go for the deep, guttural croak of brutal death metal and grind, but don't reach the heights/depths of something like Demilich, while Jason Fuller chips in occasionally with the high cawing that Forde disappointingly can't do. What kind of metal bands requires two vocalists? Matt Collins' guitar riffs are ordinary to the point of complete tedium, and the only real band member to shine is Matt Rizzo, whose drum blasts are at least powerful and fast on occasion, if uncreative.
There's not much point going in to the individual songs, as this time round they really do all sound the same, with only a slightly slower groove riff serving to differentiate those such as 'Bigfata**e' from the flaccid mania of the rest. Perhaps most irritating of all is the way the two final tracks are extended by several minutes through the use of pointless, time-wasting feedback and sound effects, meaning that the album only really contains about twelve minutes of music, if you discount the film samples as well. Those twelve minutes won't change your life, and will only make you laugh if you have a tragically low amusement threshold.
19. Dis-Organ-Ized (Impetigo cover)
1. Wearethewordpolice / 2. Bigfatarse / 3. Anotherslackarsedaussieband / 4. Pornstorestiffi / 5. P**singcontest / 6.Ijustfinishedsuckingoffmetalheadsinthemensurinals / 7. Hoochiemumma / 8. Iloveitwhenjoepesciswears / 9. Stocktakin'/ 10. Letsallf**k / 11.Atracksuitisnotappropriatemetalapparel / 12. Thecorpsesong / 13. F**kyousceneboy / 14. Iskillingclonesillegal / 15. Don'tcallmehomeboyya'c**t / 16. Spefeven / 17. Theobjectistoshiftsomeunits / 18. Sweetmeat / 19. Dis-organ-ized