Good grief, look at that cover. It's like a Where's Waldo of repressed violent and sexual urges. It's a quantification of the id. Such seems appropriate for blackened sludge outfit, Love Sex Machine, from northern France. With an album called Asexual Anger, it should be no surprise that the group is absolutely vile. Without even addressing lyrics, there is something so perverse about their sound: like I should put on a gimp suit and buy a gallon of Astroglide.

Tell me about your mother, you sick f@#k

This album is chock full of beefy, low end groove. Tracks like "Drone Syndrome" are two parts Lord Mantis, one part Meshuggah. Putting this through a subwoofer places your windows in jeopardy. Truly, these slogging guitar lines are behemoth in nature and oozing with primal sexuality. The way they fuse with the very deliberate and doomy pacing of the drums, simplistic leads, and blackened wretch vocals is disgustingly hypnotic.

"Aujezky," "Devolution," or the even slower trudge to the finish line with closer, "Silent Duck;" take your pick. Every track here has its charm, making the album itself an enjoyable experience from start to finish. Sure, I like some of the grooves better than others, but there is not one track I would name as interrupting my 90's grunge zombie dance.

Conclusion: buy earthquake insurance and pick up this album. I think Throatruiner Records put it best, calling the Asexual Anger "unrepentantly ugly." Party on Wayne. The album releases in full this Friday. Stream will be available below.