Just when you thought the underground couldn’t get any more relentless…Pulpit Vomit, a grindcore/deathgrind project featuring Seth Metoyer and Kris Olson (best known as the duo behind Mangled Carpenter and Brain Matter), has officially dropped its first single, “The Filth.”
Released on Bandcamp and streaming platforms, “The Filth” is a bone-scraping introduction to the band’s upcoming debut album Hospital Lens, set to release later this summer as a dual release between Broken Curfew Records and Rottweiler Records. The single drips with dissonance, feedback, and raw intensity, capturing a sound that’s both crushing and spiritually jarring.
Metoyer handles vocals/vocal arrangements, guitars, programming, and production duties, while Olson brings in the low-end fury on bass, with drums by Tim Olson. Together, they continue their exploration of extreme Christian music, this time diving headfirst into pure grind and death-noise chaos.
“The Filth crawls over skin and bone,” the lyrics declare. “It seeps into the cracks of our hearts until we become the dirt we tread upon.”
The song is as much a metaphor for sin and decay as it is a sonic assault. Fans of NAILS, Jesus Piece, Full of Hell, Wormrot, Insect Warfare, and Pig Destroyer will find plenty to gnash their teeth on here.
The second single is set for release in June, with the full album dropping at the end of July.
Stay tuned to Heaven’s Metal for more on Pulpit Vomit, and watch this space as Hospital Lens draws near.
The Filth (lyrics) The filth crawls relentless Climbing over skin and bone Seeping into the cracks of our hearts Until we become the dirt We tread upon
But somewhere beyond this decay A whisper—small and burning— Calls from the void A voice of old A hand unseen reaching
The ground is caked in rot A festering skin beneath our feet Broken and weary, the earth groans Its pulse thick with blood and rust
The filth crawls relentless Climbing over skin and bone Seeping into the cracks of our hearts Until we become the dirt We tread upon
But somewhere beyond this decay A whisper—small and burning— Calls from the void A voice of old A hand unseen reaching
