“Being around for so long, it’s just crippling pain all the time. I have gout, because all I eat is human flesh.”
Cremator, bassist for Ghoul
Like most truly Eldritch horrors, Ghoul has been around for a while: The Bay Area thrash band has been dishing out crushing riffs and pummeling drums for most of the 21st century. Noxious Concoctions, a five-song EP from the quartet’s bloody home in Creepsylvania, growls with otherworldly malevolence, offering up vital motivation to get you off your ass and prowling the moors in search of fresh kills. Galloping double-time blast beats propel frenzied power chords as they chug with chaotic evil, while larynx-lacerating vocals speak of bloody misfortunes. But the gore and mayhem operate musically with the precision of James Hetfield’s right hand, back when it still hungered for the flesh of the undead and a Coors.
