Prurient, vile Goregrind from the States. FRGS are good at bringing something slightly different to the table, slowing their utterly disgusting Gore slop down to a mid pace often, letting those Death Metal and Doom influences creep through. Clicky Drum Machine hammering, thick Guitar wall riffs and fucked up sewer Vocal puke. The Doom riffs that crop up give the slower moments lots of punch, and the Drum Machine sounds genuinely terrible and unwieldy in the way P.A.M. records do; the best possible way. Sludgy, outsider, Gore-niche madness. Gross.