One of only a few records I would've listened to in the mid '90s as metal disappeared into a foggy grave, and grunge took over with sickly abandon. Grotus remained, like Faith No More, somehow accessible in their strangeness. 'Mass' begins with the chugging, hip and almost funky drive of 'Thats Entertainment'. Following cut 'A Bad Itch' begins something akin to the grinding industro pump of Consolidated, Lars Fox rasping over the vibrant yet rusty backdrop of avant-garde rock 'n' roll. Even from the wreckage of their sewer sound, Grotus still manage to puncture the Heavens with a glorious chorus or two, 'Ebola Reston' brings to mind the weird qualities of Swamp Terrorists, and it's no surprise Mr Bungle frontman Mike Patton took to the band, the quirky groove of 'Hand To Mouth' is industrial hillbilly oddness, catchy as fuck, accessible yet never understood. Littered with samples, fuelled by orgiastic beats, Grotus have their fingers on the pulse and know how to explore the backstreets we never dared to venture.
7.5/10
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