Blight House formed in the swamps of southern Rhode Island in 2014 when Frank Owen Gorey took ill with a fever in the height of the summer heat. Quarantined to a dark, clammy, moldering basement, he shredded his guitar through waves of febrile dementia, for days on end, until the fever broke. Emerging from confinement and reviewing the odious audio left behind, he called upon his colleague Frank Lloyd Blight to lend a disgusting, phlegmatic layer to the disorienting, spasmodic riffs Gorey had spewed during his subterranean convalescence. The result was Blight House’s first, self-released, self-titled album of grinding death metal.
Neither of the Franks is well, and through subsequent years of unspeakable suffering they continued to bleed, blast, blister, and blaspheme through more recordings, refining their take on extreme heavy metal. Continuing Blight House’s fixations on themes including horror, wrestling, the occult, and love, Summer Camp Sex Party Massacre (Nefarious Industries 2018) offers 10 tracks rife with earworms as bountiful as maggots on road-kill. Layers of monstrous vocals, disturbing samples, and swarming, occasionally melodic riffs make each track memorable in its own right while presenting an overall aesthetic of insanity, terror, and senseless, all-consuming rage.