Cold Meat hail from Perth, Western Australia, but with Pork Sword Fever deliver siren songs for every woman getting fucked over in every corner of this sorry planet. They hex lazy pricks and bad bastards with a spell of spectacular jangeloid riffs and clattering anarcho toms, each track upping the stakes like a praying mantis - fuck, decapitate, eat corpse for nourishment. This is incisive, tongue-in-arse-cheek, indefatigable punk. Cold Meat will have you fisting the air, but only if you lube up first.
