Ave Acer Mors
Weregoat put the fun back into blasphemy. Rather than hide their guitars behind walls of moody murk, the band puts their thick, meaty riffs in the forefront of their mix. There's a consistent gleeful energy driving the macabre darkness that, coupled with a solid degree of variety, makes this a most engaging listen. The guiding grindhouse satanic sexploitation aesthetic ties the package together and gives the album some real character. Perfect for midnight fornication by candlelight.
Favorite track: At Full Moon She Bleeds.