Released: 2017, Iron Bonehead/Parasitic Records
Reviewer: Aaron Yurkiewicz
From the perverse, blood soaked loins of the beast himself and hailing from the pits of oblivion (also known as Portland, Oregon) comes Weregoat and their full length debut, PESTILENTIAL RITES OF INFERNAL FORNICATION. Coming off a string of EPs and splits, the trio has quickly amassed a reputation for devastating “BESTIAL f@#king METAL”, and judging from this latest release, it’s a deserved one.
Weregoat’s sound is a sweet blend of old and new schools of blackend occult death/thrash, owing as much to kvlt favorites like Blasphemy and Bestial Warlust as it does to Sarcofago and Bathory. And the new material summons that inspiration into a full frontal assault on your earholes, offering no option of parlay or surrender. PESTILENTIAL RITES OF INFERNAL FORNICATION is a vicious and fugly sounding record, intentionally raw and low-fi but rife with frenzied, memorable tunes. If you’re looking for nuance, you’ve clearly stepped into the wrong bar, but if you’re looking for a rapid fire succession of catchy blackened riffs deployed at a whiplash inducing pace, pull up a seat.
All too often with this style of metal, tunes can blur into each other or get lost all together by the time you get to the end of the record. But through a combination of well-crafted riffs and a pinch of Motorhead flavored groove, each of these 10 new tracks hold up remarkably well, sinking their teeth into your cerebral cortex and pulling you back for another listen. This is especially true as the album progresses, as a lot of the heavier and more complex material is weighted towards the back (or “Side B” as we used to call it); in particular, the trifecta of “At Full Moon She Bleeds”, “Under the Whip” and “Malediction Command” are readily worth the price of admission.
Despite having a moniker that sounds like a flick produced by the Syfy channel, Weregoat might just be the best new kvlt band you didn’t know you were missing. PESTILENTIAL RITES OF INFERNAL FORNICATION does a fine job of sticking true to the no frills/no fun blueprints of blackened metal past, but does so in a way that avoids sounding contrived or text book. Grab a nun, worship the beast and spin some Weregoat.