Well, well... Look who's back with another dose of feces, gore and those
guttural love sounds that I know some of you fuckers secretly
masturbate to. Shaun LaCanne, sickos!
As far as the actual review goes, there won't be any since every single
Putrid Pile album owns like owning was invented alongside it. This one
is surely no exception. Get it, play it, be disgusted, play it again.