Album Review: 1000 Years To Be Digested by Ptoma Psychotic Homicidal Dismemberment
If you’re into the gnarly, guttural chaos of death metal and grindcore, 1000 Years To Be Digested is a sonic bloodbath that’ll leave your ears ringing—and maybe your stomach churning. Released in 2018 by US-based label Regurgitated Stoma Stew Productions, this album from Ptoma Psychotic Homicidal Dismemberment (yeah, that’s their name) dives headfirst into goregrind territory with zero apologies. It's brutal, relentless, and oddly captivating in its grotesque charm.
Let’s talk standout tracks. First up is “Infant Brain Dissection,” which hits like a sledgehammer to the skull. The riffs are razor-sharp, shifting between breakneck speeds and sludgy breakdowns that feel like being swallowed whole by some nightmarish beast. Lyrically, it’s as vile as you’d expect—no surprises there—but what sticks with me is how the drummer absolutely annihilates their kit. Every blastbeat feels like an exorcism gone wrong, chaotic yet strangely hypnotic. You don’t just listen to this track; you survive it.
Then there’s “Funeral For A Murdered Whore,” a track so over-the-top it almost feels like parody. Almost. The vocals here alternate between guttural growls and shrieks that could wake the dead, while the guitar work spirals into dizzying solos that sound like they were recorded inside a slaughterhouse. What makes this one memorable isn’t just the shock value—it’s the way the band manages to weave melody into the madness. Yeah, melody. Buried under layers of filth, sure, but it’s there if you squint hard enough.
Other tracks like “Hundreds Of Mashed Bodies” and “Genital Grinder” keep the momentum going, though at times it all starts to blur together into one giant, gory mess. That’s not necessarily a bad thing—if anything, it adds to the album’s overwhelming intensity. Just don’t expect subtlety or nuance here. This is music designed to pummel you into submission.
What struck me most about 1000 Years To Be Digested is how unapologetically raw it feels. There’s no polish, no attempt to soften the edges. It’s ugly, visceral, and proud of it. And honestly? That’s kinda refreshing. In a world where even extreme metal can sometimes feel watered down for mass consumption, Ptoma Psychotic Homicidal Dismemberment reminds us why we fell in love with this genre in the first place: because it’s supposed to be dangerous.
Final thought? Listening to this album feels like stepping on a landmine—you know it’s gonna hurt, but you can’t look away. Oddly enough, I kinda respect that.
