Despite the band’s use of lighter, punk-rock drum patterns in the title track, this does little to alleviate the EP’s dominating muddiness that painfully deafens all melody. These two songs comprise menacing, staggered power chords and animalistic screamo vocals that sound as if their pair of singers are constantly on the verge of throwing up. Flesh Eaters will appeal to stringent fans of vintage death metal who’re up for a testosterone-fuelled, rage injection. Otherwise, it should induce in listeners that familiar eye-roll reserved for coming into contact with something so forcefully attempting toughness.
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