Trocar, who had a fantastic split with Fluids and Lipoma a while back called Dissertations, are releasing their full-length Extremities upon the unsuspecting world. Seventeen tracks in 28:06 minutes, and let me assure you that they use every second like a rusty razor to flay and mutilate.

It’s a horrific crime scene that begins with the unsettling “Mr. Picker”, a pungent stew of disturbing sounds before the final sentence “not alone… Mr. Picker followed me home…” It’s fucking unsettling and creepy and that’s what I would want from these sick fuckers.

The title track “Extremities” gets nasty quickly with brain-drilling drums and bestiary-screamed vocals. I’ve spent a lot of time with this album, not that I don’t anyway; it’s just that Extremities is a speedball of Agorophobic Nosebleed cut with some pure Berzerker and what happens when you piss off a drum machine. Like a crazed monkey on crack Trocar barrels through “Orphaned Organs” featuring some bile gargling squeals, ”Foreign Body Insult” which has an almost Black Metal section with these creepy keyboard harmonies that permeate through the rest of the track.

Trocar creates these spastic bursts of manic energy that are relentless body blows,  “Deinstitutionalize” is followed by the Cattle Decapitation-esque “Skin Like Sky” one of my favorite tracks and then they follow it with “Psalter of Manias” a knuckle-dragging primate of a track, where they sneak in some dub step shit right at the end and it’s fucking perfect. The vocals sounded like Schuler Benson – (lyrics and vocals,) gargled with battery acid.

The vocal delivery on Extremities is deadly. Jesus fucking Christ, there are pig squeals galore, harsh, slightly Hardcore (especially “Deinstitutionalize”) the vocal delivery is growling yet understandable. It’s nice to be able to understand what is being said. Guest vocalists are all over the place, these are compliments of: Frank Albanese (Hath), Greg Nottis (Hath), Jamie Stewart (The Absence, Hot Graves), and filmmaker Ryan Twyford-Rigley.

I notice different things in the songs that I didn’t notice the first time around and that’s a good thing. The Industrial tinged mayhem of  “The Willing” as it grinds, going perfectly into “Tithing Offal”, and then slamming headfirst into “A Lesson” another quick favorite, with some pure sickening gargled vocals.

The songs are positioned in such a way as to maximize the brutality, “Hangnail” is an electronic masterpiece with “Brazen Head,” “Weapons Prosper” and “Field Dressed (to Egress).” These are the seeds planted to my absolute favorite track, “Golem” a fucking massive creature crafted from clay, the riff, the way it’s tempo just crushes; the pacing is like earth-moving Death and Roll. I replay it whenever I listen to Extremities, which has recently been pretty much every day.

If you like the madness that I’ve hopefully been semi-successful in describing and you worship at the altar of Agorophobic Nosebleed, Cattle Decapitation, of course Mortician and Fluids (duh!) Check this fucker out and grind your fucking mind!

Lipoma kicks things off in wonderfully brutal fashion with “Eternal Suffering” a lesson in brutality at 2.40 with some hyper-blasting goodness and vocals so guttural that it seems like their being ripped out of the intestinal tract. According to MetalArchives.com they’ve been in existence since 2021 with four EP’s and five split albums before 2022’s Horrors of Pathology full-length; so here I am at “Eternal Sufferings” a song that made me want to break out in this crazy Polka-inspired dance, all while chewing on my severed arm, and the slow building, crushing and heavier than a truckload of fake titties “Dermatologic Manifestations” two brutal as fuck tracks acting as a taster before full-length Odes to Suffering, out this year.

Fluids are fine purveyors of blood, guts and piles of severed heads. “Piled III: The Threepile” is their contribution to this four-course rotten dinner plate of destruction. Blasting straight out of the bowels of a dying beast with OSDM fury that only they can create. There’s a smell of blood that emanates from this track, it’s absolutely pummeling, and if you haven’t checked Fluids out… Why the fuck not? Go forth and listen, while you’re at it you can listen to…

Trocar are some sick motherfuckers. God fucking damn. “Wonders Cease” is one of the heaviest fucking tracks I’ve heard this year. Take Agoraphobic Nosebleed, Cattle Decapitation and The Berzerker; throw it in a pot full of body parts and blood broth and the end result will be Trocar. It’s no wonder though, seeing as how the members come from Fluids and Goatwhore: Zack Simmons (Goatwhore), Jan Grotle/ Walter Hale (Fluids) and Schuler Benson (VHS, Fluids).

The name of this split is Dissertations and I believe that is as accurate a title as you could get. These are lessons on how to hurt people through sonic annihilation. This slice of pain deserves every bit of attention.