Review by: Spiritech - Pyromusic Webzine - 2007.

Sporting members of numerous Perth Metal acts, most notably Pathogen, The Furor and Maximum Peversion, the romantically named Cuntscrape are here to unleash 20 tracks of porn-obsessed Grindcore with some Death Metal, Rock elements and a whole lot of pornographic samples thrown in for good measure.

If the band name, cover art and song titles such as the Hardcore Punk-drenched 'Thanks For The Mammaries' and 'Drenched In Vaginal Stench' aren't a dead giveaway, let me spell it out for you: the band's debut release is not for the faint of heart or the easily offended, but Grind fans would have it no other way. Combining influences ranging from early The Locust and Birdflesh to the Rock-infused material of Blood Duster on songs like 'Smokin' The Captain' and 'Cactus Sack', it's not going to change anything or be taken remotely seriously, but Grind fans will get a healthy fix here. The obviously copious amounts of drunken fun that the members of Cuntscrape had while making this album also helps.

This is adequately played, deliberately offensive, dirty as that old gym sock you use for those special moments alone stuff, joining the likes of Ebolie, Fuck I'm Dead, Captain Cleanoff and everyone's favourite comedians Blood Duster in the local ranks. It'll make you laugh upon early listens, but after much of the humorous appeal has worn off, when the band actually concentrates on making quality Grindcore this album is decent enough to keep you coming back to 'Thrush Bang Mania'. At the very least, it'll be a good way to scare off the local Jehovah's Witnesses while you're nursing that Sunday morning hangover.

Review source: Cuntscrape - Thrush Bang Mania Review

Review by: Baz - Diabolical Conquest Webzine- 2008

Lord Labia - Guitar, Vocals
Depravia Majora - Drums, Vocals
'Sybian Machine' Bumslop - Bass, Vocals
Schwingslayer - Vocals
Louis Rambon'e - Vocals

Blimey! I try not to make a habit of introducin' a release by harpin' on about it's packagin' right away, but I think in this instance it's impossible for me to ignore. As we know, many subterranean grind or brutal death bands like to saturate their releases in swathes of porntastic pics, but this is one of the most pussyfied layouts I've seen in a fair while. It's phallus-filled too. An imposin' penile pentagram, a pic set of sagged labia instead of band member shots, a bleached arsehole closeup, a slimy collage of dilated, furrowed and dilapidated twats and a puerile yet hilarious pic of a gelatinous lady-garden with an eye instead of a clitoris and teeth instead of a vulva. It's naughty stuff indeed, like a cross between Lividity, Gynophagia and Satan's Revenge on Mankind! Right, so you know if you purchase this without hearin' a track and find it's not to your taste when you play it, there are still plenty of lovely baggy old cloppers to look at! Hurrah! From the cover alone, many would predict that this is some of the cheeziest, sleaziest, most groove-stuffed pornogrind slobber imaginable. Not quite!!

To be honest, you won't find bulldozer bondage riffs or pitchshifted cistern vox on this, ‘cos it takes a much more traditional death/grind approach, with more modern techniques bein' used in moderation. It's still cheezy and sleazy though! On here you'll feel the silliness of grindrock or grind ‘n' roll and the adrenaline of pub-punk rock, combined with the messiness of classick pornogrind and the ale-fuelled stomp of goreyfied Razorback style thrash. Where stuff like Rompeprop is bukkake party music, I think some of the swaggerin' riffs and blazin' licks on Thrush Bang Mania make it the perfect BBQ bukkake party music.

Testosterone filled growls and fuck-garglin' howls narrate a series of heavy, catchy tunes that are filled with rampant, thrustin' guitarwork, energetic percussion, sizeable bass throb and many well-placed porno samples. A fair few of the riffs do that rather voluptuous thing where it starts of with a roarin' chord sequence, then punctuates it by droppin' in chunks of palm-mutery. More often than not, big hairy balls will be unleashed later on in the song, along to the sounds of searin' leadwork, afore returnin' to a big, pulsatin' piece of riffola. A lot of the tunes are very much like parodies of the styles in which they're steeped, but this is no more true than on the ridiculous "Dark Cold Grim Frostbitten Nocturnal Forest Emissions"!! ‘Cos you can never poke too much fun at black metal! Cuntscrape are fully equipped with everything you'd need to make an album about human daftness and depravity work well as a recordin': excellent song craft, accomplished but not braggadocious musicianship, a firm grasp of dynamics, a good ear for a tune, access to a bank of unlimited pornographic sources and a bulbous sense of humour!

The production is good for this type of stuff; it's not fattened out with countless guitar tracks or packed solid with studio trickery; its rough, organic and warm. As well as guit/bass/drums/vox, you'll also hear some electronic elements on here, all of which is wobblin' thrum well deployed!

Overall, this is like a cross between Club Mondo Bizarre and Ampeauty by Pungent Stench, with lots and lots of Macabre smeared all over it. There's also quite a lot of Blood Duster on here too, as well as some Lord Gore and Engorged, maybe Cumbeast and perhaps bit of Mucupurulent too. I'm also reminded a bit of Meat Shits in the way they weave their samples into the music. A bit of the flashy, stroby guitar work reminded me of something Clotted Symmetric Sexual Organ did a few years ago, and, bizarrely, some of it has a similar bawdy comedy quality similar to that of UK scamps, the Macc Lads!

Some of these lyrics are priceless! Their gloriously filthy poetry gives us all a selection of titillatin' tales coverin' such capers as vaginal flatulation durin' cunnilingus: ‘I like to wait and watch/Stare at your tuna crotch/Anticipation and excitement/And cop a windy draft! Fumilingus – When a woman fasts directly in your face with her cunt/Super!', the aftermath of shavin' your scrotum: ‘Admiring my new, silky smooth like pouch/Assuming the position on the well soiled couch/Sweaty, stinky nutsack itch/Fuck me swinging, this rash is a bitch/Cactus sack, cactus sack/It's like a prickly pear near me crack', or skullfuckery: ‘Your throat's a nice pipe/Now you'll earn your stripes/Squeeze the wrinkly bag/For a few pints of clag/Daddy's not so proud/Now you're a human toilet/Here's some head trauma/Sorry to spoil it!!'. So inspirin' are the lyrics, that I could just carry on until I've typed ‘em all out for you, but that'd be daft; you'll have to get your own and chuckle heartily to yourselves as you revel in that decadent verse.

I loved every second of this. Utterly debauched, filth-caked entertainment. Buy immediately.

Review source: Diabolical Conquest's Cuntscrape - Thrush Bung Mania Review

Review by: Adrenalin Metal Union

Style – Pornogrind
Origin – Western Australia (it’s a state)

Dion’s Review - Yeah, I know. Australians got a little lazy when they were naming states. Western Australia, South Australia, Northern Territory, Australian Capital Territory, New South Wales, Queensland, Victoria (named after the Queen at the time) and Tasmania (named after the Dutch dude who discovered it). The US names 52 states - fairly imaginatively - and we have trouble dubbing eight. We were gonna do it, and then decided we’d just wait for CUNTSCRAPE to do it for us, and then headed to the pub for beer o‘clock.

As you can well imagine, that never actually happened. I shudder to think what embarrassing titles they’d give our states, and besides, THE SCRAPE are way too busy watching porn and composing romantic opuses to rename the eight states of Australia. 20 romantic opuses including “Cactus Sack“, “Womb of the Mutilated”, “Hurtin' the Beef Curtain” and “Fucked in the Arse, Shot in the Face”. All 20 songs are completely caked in porn samples - which I thought I was completely over - but these buggers managed to find a couple that made me physically LOL. There’s even an instructional on the last track “The End Cumplete!” that teaches you blokes how to find the G-spot. Apparently it does exist, and isn‘t just an excuse for women to act unsatisfied! This is crystal clear production if you compare it to other pornogrind that‘s around, and it draws musical influence from death and thrash as well as grindcore and grind ‘n roll. And with five members, five members, all doing vocals there’s a great range of styles to keep you grinning. Vocally, bugger-all tops the gang chant of ‘Tits! Jugs! Boobies!’ in “Thanks for the Mammaries” though. There’s nothing about this CD I don’t like. From the penile pentagram on the back of the slick, to the vagina around the hole in the disc, to the horrific 80’s pop intro of “Tragic Tockley Terror”, to the gag-inducing, disgustingly wet fart sample in the last track. I’m not usually a fan of pornogrind because it’s mainly just an excuse for half-arsed, semi-talented perverts to show off their porn knowledge, but there’s enough actual music in Thrash Bang Mania to keep me listening right to the very end… and again. This really makes me think of CUNTSCRAPE as the GWAR of Pornogrind.

I’d have to say that Thrush Bang Mania would get my vote for Pornogrind CD Of All Time, if there was such a poll. Needless to say, If you were offended in any way by this review, then I would recommend that you don’t check out the myspace link below. But I do think that anyone who’s into extreme metal and laughing, and isn’t offended by samples of farting, humping, gagging or some bloke who’s in extreme, excruciating agony ‘cause there’s something somehow stuck somewhere in his body, then you’ll get your jollies from this 2007 release. www.myspace.com/grindecologyst , www.primecuts.com.au

Production: 10/10; Originality: 8/10; Instruments: 9/10; Vocals: 9/10
OVERALL: 9/10

Review source: Adrenalin Metal Union's Cuntscrape - Thrush Bung Mania Review