{"id":15129,"date":"2025-07-02T01:43:32","date_gmt":"2025-07-02T05:43:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/heavensmetalmagazine.com\/?p=15129"},"modified":"2025-07-02T01:45:20","modified_gmt":"2025-07-02T05:45:20","slug":"pulpit-vomit-to-release-album-hospital-lens","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/heavensmetalmagazine.com\/index.php\/2025\/07\/02\/pulpit-vomit-to-release-album-hospital-lens\/","title":{"rendered":"News: Pulpit Vomit to Crack the Asylum Gates Wide Open with ‘Hospital Lens’"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

What happens when faith, madness, and grindcore all collide inside a padded cell?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On July 25, Broken Curfew Records and Rottweiler Records will unleash one of the most unsettling concept albums we’ve heard in a while, and that’s saying something. Pulpit Vomit\u2019s Hospital Lens<\/em> is less a debut and more a controlled detonation, tearing through the corridors of mental illness, spiritual corruption, and existential dread with a chainsaw and a theology degree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We\u2019ve been tracking this band\u2019s weird and unholy trajectory for a couple of years now, starting with their holiday single Ghost in the Bedroom Closet<\/em>, a shriek-filled fever dream from the point of view of a child. It was clear from the start that Pulpit Vomit wasn\u2019t interested in being just another blastbeat band. They\u2019re here to tell a story, and Hospital Lens<\/em> tells it like a botched lobotomy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Welcome to Greyhaven<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

The album plays like a deranged sermon delivered inside a burning chapel. Hospital Lens<\/em> unfolds from the fragmented psyche of Patient 103 (aka Miles Harren), a former pianist turned institutionalized ghost-of-himself, trapped in the Greyhaven Institution. Once inspired by music and faith, now Harren scrawls delusions on his cell walls while being haunted by the monstrous Dr. Gideon \u201cRazor Jaw\u201d Fell, a disgraced dental surgeon turned inmate with a knack for surgical mutilation involving piano wire and teeth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s horrifying, sure. But there\u2019s poetry in the madness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tracks like \u201cSpewing Vomit from The Pulpit\u201d<\/strong> and \u201cNo Place in Power\u201d<\/strong> reflect Pulpit Vomit\u2019s knack for wrapping sociopolitical critiques and theological unease inside layers of distortion and societal disgust. It\u2019s grindcore with a conscience. Or maybe a conscience that\u2019s been electroshocked into something else entirely<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fans of Pig Destroyer, NAILS, and Wormrot will find the fury familiar, but what separates Pulpit Vomit is their commitment to concept. This is music made not just for the pit, but for late-night existential unravelings. Lyrically, it draws from the same well as Flannery O\u2019Connor or Dostoevsky, only screamed over blast beats and distortion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Some standout moments:<\/p>\n\n\n\n