“Let there be leakage. With Hymns to the Gore, Seep oozes up into your yard with eight tracks of death-doom that are the aural equivalent of a septic tank malfunction. This is music that sticks to the bottom of your shoe and leaves a brownish-yellow stain on the living room carpet. Vomitus, a gentleman from rural Maine, is the band’s sole member. It’s not surprising that he works alone–would you volunteer to spend time with the mind behind “ENCASED IN SHIT” and “JIGSAW FACEFUCK”?” Cess is more.
