Listening to Uraniavore Goatphago is one of those dirty, kinky pleasures — the kind of perverted enjoyment Ed Gein got from shoving matchsticks up his urethra. They’re a concentrated blend of flavors and essences, like a meat bouillon cube: take everything that was born in the early ’90s between the likes of Beherit, Impaled Nazarene, Naked Whipper and so on, then reduce that cauldron of boiling bones and flesh down to such bare essentials that it becomes the very quintessence of the genre. Everything that is bullets and post-nuclear epic gets amplified until the distortion pushes it all to the edge of noise music. And it’s always a fucking joy to see them live. The way I read genres in my own dictionary this is Pure Fucking 100% Black Metal, no need to coin some post-2000s neologism for it.
Live, they’re a band that never gets old, combining the best of genuinely noise-driven performances with the centripetal vortex of the most cavernous, primordial metal chaos.
The compilation idea is a good one, though splits and individual cassettes are worth tracking down too. Minimalist packaging, although the cover art is really a tadbit too cartoonish (the style is more 70’s porn comics than demo cover essentiality) for me but that’s fine I guess.