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.
