Pulp by Death Cult Ritual: A Noise-Fueled Wake-Up Call
If you’re into music that punches you in the gut and leaves your ears ringing for days, Pulp by Death Cult Ritual might just be your new favorite album. Released back in 2019 on FOUL PREY—a label as gritty as its name suggests—this UK-based project dives headfirst into electronic chaos with a noise style so raw it feels like an open wound. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The artwork (shoutout to Michael D. Brown) sets the tone perfectly: unsettling, dark, and dripping with unease. It’s not here to comfort you; it’s here to make you feel something real. The tracks hit hard, but two of them stuck with me long after the first listen—probably because they burrowed into my brain like parasites.
First up is “Pulp (A Modern Day Holocaust).” This track doesn’t mess around. From the opening beat, it grabs you by the throat and shakes you until you forget how to breathe. There’s this relentless energy, almost mechanical yet disturbingly human at the same time. It’s noisy as hell, sure, but there’s a strange beauty hidden under all that distortion. Like staring at a car crash—you know you shouldn’t look, but you can’t tear your eyes away. By the end, I was left sweaty, disoriented, and weirdly exhilarated. Not bad for four minutes of audio assault.
Then there’s “Sudden Infant Death,” which… yeah, even the title makes me uneasy. But damn if it isn’t unforgettable. The track builds slowly, layering eerie synths over glitchy rhythms until it feels like the whole thing could collapse at any moment. And when it finally explodes? Pure catharsis. It’s one of those songs where you’re not sure whether to scream along or sit in stunned silence. Maybe both? Either way, it lingers.
What really stands out about Pulp isn’t just the sound—it’s the emotion behind it. You can tell these guys aren’t phoning it in. Every screech, buzz, and warped melody feels intentional, like they’re trying to exorcise some kind of inner demon. It’s messy, chaotic, and unapologetically abrasive—but isn’t that what great art should be?
So, would I recommend this album? Hell yes—but maybe don’t play it during dinner unless you want your guests to reconsider their life choices. Listening to Pulp feels like stepping into someone else’s nightmare, but sometimes nightmares are exactly what we need to wake us up. Oh, and fun fact: I haven’t been able to sleep properly since hearing it. Worth it? Absolutely.
