Postpartum Exstasy

Well, if there's one thing that can be said for the new Torsofuck album, it's consistent. This band broke up 14 years ago, and it's been 19 years since they made an album (if you don't count the never-released As Semen Blends To Rot, some of which the band says made it into this album). It's 2023 now, and Torsofuck has reformed and released a new album for real this time. After listening to it, it's safe to say that they haven't changed a bit, for better or worse. Mostly for worse.

For those who are familiar with Torsofuck's formula of unintelligible guitar tones, a drum machine, and gurgling and snorting vocals, you know what to expect going into this album. Likewise, you know what to expect about the quality levels. Memorability, songwriting, and good taste are nowhere to be found here. If you find that amusing, then it's likely you found Torsofuck's last album amusing too and you'll no doubt get the same amount of enjoyment out of this one. If you're looking for anything else, then be prepared for much pain. This thing is a painful listen.

Back in 2004, Torsofuck had an excuse for having as terrible of production as they did. They were doing everything by themselves with a drum machine. If you wanted a professional sounding recording, that was early enough to where you still had to go to a studio and pay people to do it for you. But in 2023, home recording has become so accessible and the internet is so full of tutorials on how to make metal music in particular that it's bizarre that anyone would still go with as muddy of a production style as the one on Postpartum Exstasy. It doesn't even have character, it's just bad and nothing can be made out except the gurgling vocals, drum machine, and samples. Oh yes, the samples. In true Torsofuck fashion, every song here starts with a sample from some porno flick or horror movie that takes up half the song before getting into a barrage of blasting and slamming that seems to end as soon as it began, with little to break the monotony except for two notable things. 1) a brief bass breakdown in "Amputated Tits". 2) "The Pig". The Pig is easily the slowest song Torsofuck has ever made, staying in doom territory most of the way through, and it's also the closest they've ever come to something quality just on the merit of it being different. Maybe they do have potential. Or maybe they don't, because everything else is signature Torsofuck blasting, slamming, and vocal performances that I swear have no words in them at all. Like I said, it causes much pain.

I must wonder: why reform the band and release this album? Is the metal world really clamoring for a Torsofuck return that much? This isn't Gut's Disciples of Smut we're talking about here. This isn't a porngrind band coming back after years of inactivity with a well-recorded, more mature-sounding, and really damn crushing album. It's just more of the same, and it's not doing nearly the numbers that Erotic Diarrhea Fantasy has done, from what I can see. Speaking of which, Erotic Diarrhea Fantasy is an absolutely terrible album, but it kind of stands alone as a bizarre artifact of uniquely disgusting music, and for that, it can be amusing sometimes. Postpartum Exstasy is never amusing throughout its runtime. It's just bad. But, you know, that's not really surprising, after all.