{"id":231990,"date":"2026-02-23T13:26:18","date_gmt":"2026-02-23T12:26:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.angrymetalguy.com\/?p=231990"},"modified":"2026-02-23T13:26:18","modified_gmt":"2026-02-23T12:26:18","slug":"necrosexual-road-to-rubble-review","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.angrymetalguy.com\/necrosexual-road-to-rubble-review\/","title":{"rendered":"Necrosexual – Road to Rubble Review"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"It was a day like any other at the AMG water cooler when someone mentioned Necrosexual<\/strong> had a new album coming out. Ha<\/em>, I ought to myself. I vaguely remembered reviewing the Philadelphia band’s Grim1<\/em><\/a> debut back in 2018, which I had slapped with a 1.5 due to its sloppy execution and lackluster production. Perhaps I expected too much from a band led by vocalist, guitarist, and bassist “The Necrosexual,” whose main claim to fame was doing interviews for Metal Injection and MetalSucks while clad in corpse paint. Let someone else take their new album<\/em>, I thought to myself. I’m sure someone will get enticed by that band name.<\/em> But week after week went by, and Road to Rubble<\/em> sat in the promo bin like an unflushed quarter-turd in the office bathroom stall. Somewhere in my heart, I felt it had to be covered, and before I knew it, I had assigned it to myself. That color vomit artwork is certainly worse than the first album’s cover (which was already pretty bad), but given that The Necrosexual has taken eight years to release this second album, perhaps taking the plunge would be worth it?<\/p>\n

Stylistically, not much has changed since Grim1<\/em>. Necrosexual<\/strong> still play a comedic, sleazeball form of blackened punk-thrash that sounds something like a snottier version of early Celtic Frost <\/strong>or a PG-13 version of Shitfucker<\/strong>. On songs like the opener, “High Times in Hell,” the band deliver big, confident riffs over battering mid-tempo drums, all while The Necrosexual delivers his sneering roar. A few tracks also feature brief forays into genuine black metal, complete with frosty riffs underlaid by blast beats. In a move that vaguely calls to mind Devil Master<\/strong>, much of the album also features twinkling synth lines in the background, an effect that makes the second track, “The Brimstone Brothel,” sound like a Venom<\/strong>-inspired carnival ride from hell.<\/p>\n