It’s hard to describe an album like Sexlicioso without first throwing the rulebook—and your gag reflex—out the window. Mexico’s own PSICOVOMITOSIS SADINECROOTITIS return with their first and only full-length to date, a sleazy, splattering celebration of everything grotesque, perverse, and gleefully unhinged. If you’ve ever wondered what would happen if a grindcore band was possessed by the spirit of a late-night horror show hosted by a punk-obsessed mortician, here’s your answer.
Led by the formidable Ruth, whose gurgled, burped, and belched vocals sound like they’ve been filtered through a sewer pipe lined with razor wire, Sexlicioso pushes boundaries in both sonic extremity and twisted humor. Her performance is so utterly unfiltered that one almost forgets to marvel at the fact that she’s not just keeping up in the testosterone-fueled world of pornogore—she’s leading the charge. Whether you find it repulsive or revolutionary, there's no denying it: she leaves a mark.
The album’s twelve tracks alternate between original slabs of slop-splattered grind and covers from some of brutal death's filthiest corners (including PROSTITUTE DISFIGUREMENT and SIX FEET UNDER), all delivered with frantic punkish tempos, drum programming chaos, and an energy that’s as infectious as it is offensive. There’s a near-total disregard for conventional structure, melody, or clarity—but that’s precisely the point. This isn’t music designed for comfort. It’s meant to disturb, to amuse, and to challenge even the most hardened goregrind fans to keep their lunch down.
And yet, amidst the absurdity—track titles that read like deranged medical case studies, sound effects straight out of a toilet-humor fever dream—there’s a strange charm to Sexlicioso. It’s like the audio equivalent of a splatter B-movie that’s so far beyond good taste it loops back around to brilliance. It’s confrontational, cartoonish, crude, and completely self-aware.
Is Sexlicioso a masterpiece? That depends on your definition. For fans of the underground’s most depraved corners, it’s a grotesque gem. For the rest of us, it’s a test of endurance—but one you just might enjoy failing. One thing is certain: PSICOVOMITOSIS SADINECROOTITIS don’t ask for approval. They demand a reaction. And they get it.
