NAKED WHIPPER - CHAPEL DEFILEMENT
Nobody, outside of perhaps a handful of people who were in the know, expected to hear that Naked Whipper were being resurrcted not just for Never Surrender Festival in Germany in 2023 but also to release new material after 30 years of them having exited the underground. Well it all sure led to much fanfare and hype, and once again with artwork by the legendary Christophe Moyen complementing the perverse grinding black to give a sensation as if three decade had never gone by. Was the wait (or perhaps even lack thereof, not knowing that this would even be a thing?) well worth it? Let's find out, shall we?
Yeah who even knows what going on in this Intro but somebody sould like their either getting sacrificed to some otherworldly being or violated slow, deep, and hard. Or perhaps both? Okay, then The Sultans of Sleaze show their true colors once again with the grinding madness of "Depraved to the Bone" with psuedo-whispered, psuedo-muffled vocals and the obligatory shrieks stomping over brittle bones with blasts from below the pits of Hell. As silly as it may sound "Top Notch Slavedriver" is a methed-out punkgrind splatterfest with skinbashing fills and a leitmotif of sorts with the skinslitting strings in action. "(Pray Macabre) Chapel Defilement" as is glaringly obvious is the title track and a hailstorm of speed and frenzy and one urinates in the steeple. We get another short into with stuff breaking (probably glass or mosaic windows) and a buzzing sensation (maybe a chainsaw I suppose) before we're clobbered by "Celebrate their Downfall" and its ripping bass and gutteral immorality supreme. "The Swinepriest Bedlam" ensures and outbreak of total bedlam shall commence, short and sweet but still with enough wallop and ritualistic madness to turn even the most jaded stimulant junkie into a human whirlwind. Finally, at just under three minutes, and perhaps the closest track to bring back their "Painstreaks" vibe from the 1990s and sounding just as ridiculous as many of those track titles, "Wow Wow Wholy Whore, Hot Wax Fat Candles" dons a fine artillery of drums and guitar distortion will the tremolo cranked up to 11 and the guts strewn and bile vomited up from the deepest recesses of the sewers of humankind.
Sleazemonger Dominus A.S. along with his latest henchmen recruits haven't changed one thing about Naked Whipper, the gore-soaked off and human detritus running wild all throughout Creation and covering all living this in its wake of filth. Depravity never sleeps and Naked Whipper never relents in their quests for the ultimate bloodbath of bodily fluids. The chapel is thus defiled, and we have the kings of debauchery back in full swing at last!
9/10
