ALBUM OF THE DAY: SEXCREMENT, XXX BARGAIN BIN, VOL. 1

I’d say I don’t get why Sexcrement don’t get enough love, but… well, it’s right there in the name, in that it is their name. Then again, it’s not exactly false advertising: their sole (for now) full length is called Genitales from the Porno Potty, and just look at the title of the EP above. But fecalphilia and secretion obsessions aside, they’re a great fucking band. And with loose, groovy, mid-paced death metal done right, XXX Bargain Bin, Vol. 1 sinks its hooks deep in you for the seventeen minutes it manages to stick around. Then it hurls some bus fare at the dresser and heads out, leaving you wanting more. They get the ratio of filthy to formidable right, in that they don’t feel the need to tone down the former to compliment the latter.

Though it’s technically just an odds and sods EP (two studio tracks, three live ones), it’s not a bad place to start with Sexcrement. The studio tracks (“Well Hungover” especially) show off the band’s tightness and relative polish, while the live tracks (and they’re a GREAT live band, by the way) are a well-documented expression of their chemistry. The riffs are fierce and the grooves are deep; it’s like a stench you can’t wash off (partially because you don’t want to). The thin coat of grime that seemingly covers everything gives it an alluringly dingy quality. In the end, XXX Bargain Bin, Vol. 1 may not be something you recommend to polite company, but deep down, you know it’s better than another squeaky-clean prog-metal album about Xibalba or whatever. It burrows deep, catering to your senses of both joy and shame. So, you know, a good fucking time. Now, where’s Volume 2?

-SO