"Success is...(Hanging by the Neck)" keeps the momentum rolling, its straightforward gore/metal raging with bleeding death metal riffs and massive tempo shifts. The band even busts out a tremolo pick section or two, the melody being entirely raped by some fantastic blastbeats.

"One Thousand Times Decapitation" starts off as pure pummeling death metal, but later on the band shows a much welcome nod to their grindcore connections as Elmore twists his guitar notes into squealing vermin being ravaged with a knive. "The Carcass Derrick" is perhaps my favorite song on the album. Kicking things off with a face-peeling set of guitar licks, the percussion next breaks into a menacing full-frontal blastbeat, and the band segues into a portion of squiggling ambience before spraying the listener with arterial spray guitar licks, fluid gore, and disgusting sound effects.

"Total Gore?" is exactly that; guts and body parts flood your speakers, with bile-drenched rawk grooves and blistering melodies rearing their heads. "Bereavement" blasts through with grinding fury, giving you no reprieve from the assault. The filthy chugging of "Suspended in Coprolite" twists and writhes with manic wigglings worthy of a stomach intestine.

The majestic "Alone at the Landfill" is a Carcass worshipping monster of a song, its grim melodies wavering over the bloodsoaked hellscapes. I'd go so far to call it one of the most focused, intense songs Cattle Decapitation has ever done. If you don't believe me, the droning buzz of the song's eerie interlude will put your fears to rest, and if not, the follow-up of blasting goregrind surely will. "Karma, Bloody Karma" has skin-flaying hyper guitars and chaotic arrangements befitting the cruelty the title implies. "The New Dawn" is probably the only rest a listener gets, the quiet start of the song going forth into mid-tempo death metal. It's a bit bland, but the ending song entitled "Of Human Pride and Flatulence" makes up for it a bit. The band goes out on a limb (gore pun intended) with this one, a moody creepfest of gruesome tones and eerie feedback washes. It isn't death or gore at all, and something the band could incorporate more in the future.

In closing, this one doesn't bother with the scatological puns of the last album and goes instead for pure, messy bloodletting. If you like your death/goregrind disgusting, vicious, vile, and vicious, this slab of meat is for you. Here's hoping we horrible bastard humans don't get put out to pasture too soon so this band can keep upping the ante with each successive release.

p.s. Guest appearances by Joey Karam of the Locust and John Wiese from Sunn-O))) should solidify the intrigue of this CD. You'll know them when you hear them!