Bongripper – Sex Tape/Snuff Film (2011) [Self-Released] // Grade: A+

All hail the mighty motherfucking BONGRIPPER. The Chicago four-piece has been wrecking speakers and houses for so long that any other band with BONG in their name must drink their bong water. When this band releases an album, much less a 7″, marijuana plants worldwide bud up and release a pheromone that entices pot smokers and riff-heads to spark one up!

Sex Tape/Snuff Film picks up right where the god dammed juggernaut Satan Worshipping Doom left off last year. Expect the gravity defying riffs to crunch your speakers and Beelzebub himself to grace your opium den with pentagrams and naked whores. Put on “Sex Tape” and daze the fuck out. As the first riffs drop, the sky rumbles and walls collapse as the heaviness sets in, obliterating everything in its path. BOOM!

“Snuff Film” is at least a little more artistically-crafted. The guys must have been on higher CBD when they wrote this one. There’s a little more foreplay here with a nice and mellow intro before ripping into a straight up circle pit stompfest. Bongripper does punk too? You betcha. This feel-good rampage is sure to get your houseplants smashed during a show. Just as the distortion sets in, the track transforms to some heavy-as-fuck-elephant-dinosaur-whale-cross-bred-megalithic riffs!

There is no gravity, only BONGRIPPER. There are no doom demigods, only BONGRIPPER. No one can touch these guys. ALL HAIL BONGRIPPER!

- Prolly