Two tracks of chunky, gunky death metal from the land down under. The riffs are catchy in a stocky, clearly-defined kind of way, and the thoroughly relentless drum battery works as a nice foil for the more off-kilter moments, such as the brief, scrabbly guitar solo that closes out the title track. The moments of dragged-out dissonance bring to mind a Ulcerate from time to time, but part of me thinks Writhing are far too lumpy and atavistic to ever stretch for a sound like that – not necessarily a bad approach, but they could nonetheless do with tightening a few screws and scuzzing up the production when they come to record a full-length.
