Sadistic goat metal however you choose to label it. Honestly, the first time I listened to Sadomator, I would never have guessed they were from Denmark. For instance, when you're listening to Goats Brew Alcolust, it’s only natural for your mind to drift toward North America. Denmark isn’t exactly known for producing barbaric, blasphemous black metal or cave-dwelling death metal sounds. When it comes to this kind of bestial extremity, the usual suspects are pretty clear: North and South America, and Australia, where the most serious and well-known examples tend to emerge.
Looking at it year by year, 2009—and especially 2010—was an explosive period for bestial metal releases. Bands like Blasphemophagher, Black Witchery, Diocletian, and Sadomator delivered blow after blow. Deserving every depraved label imaginable—goat-worshipping, sado-masochistic, psychotic, and demonically perverse—Sadomator had already crushed enough skulls with their 2007 full-length. But in 2010, they took things even further with Goatblood Panspermia. Including intros and outros, the album contains 16 tracks of nuclear sadistic atmosphere, released on Iron Bonehead Productions—perfect for anyone craving sonic hellfire. It wouldn't be far-fetched to say this record was not made in a studio or bedroom, but rather by renting seasonal property directly in hell.
This might just be the most barbaric and brutal fusion of black and death metal, laced with grindcore elements. Their lyrics—whatever kind of unhinged mindset produces them have always pushed the limits of perversion. And once again, the band unleashes its demonic filth by tearing down anything sacred with themes drenched in blood and obscenity. From forcing nuns to drink semen to twisted goat fetishes, nothing is off-limits.
Echo-drenched vocals, brutal effects that sound like they come straight from the devil’s own throat, and guitars that buzz as if forged in infernal fire all combine into a sound that’s pure, relentless bestial war metal. The reverb-heavy atmosphere that coats each track scratches a very specific itch for total sonic annihilation. Layered with samples—distorted speeches, doomsday effects, blasphemous chants, and apocalyptic howls—the result is nearly 40 minutes of Sadomator terror that’s as unhinged as it is unforgettable.
Limited to just 1,000 LP copies, this wicked album might give you nightmares, keep you from sleeping, or leave its echo seared into your brain. Proceed with caution.