The third release of the one-man-show named FLESH should be released back in the end of 2007 already. I haven’t any ideas why this album comes into the market in the end of April first, but the creative vain wasn’t teased out by Pete Flesh in the meantime. Surely, good old Pete hasn’t completed his degree in these months when reading such intellectual effusions as I Masturbate To Jesus Christ, Sluts & Whores, Sadistic Penetration or My Penis Will Be Your Opera. I rather have doubts of his stage of majority. Well, musically the creative curve precedes positive. But don’t panic! It doesn’t go beyond the scope of the scale. FLESH is supported by his old Deceiver buddy Flingan who’s hitting the drums as a session player. Both cut down animated through simple arranged old Death Metal tree rows which bear Venom’s technical finesse to mind in the title track. But this analogy can only be mentioned in this coherence, otherwise Pete slaps simple but quite striking song structures and riffs out which invites for a banging session partly. Speed records aren’t attacked by Worship The Souls Of Disgust, however the up-tempo tracks like Shatahan and Feast Of The Soul don’t fail in effect. Bit creativity is detected here and there: the opener includes a barrel organ filler and placed in the right points of Night Of The Funeral Bells strokes of the clock are followed by raven’s chant. This knows to please definitely. However, these excursions may not hide the fact that this release is an average one. Also the fact that Worship The Souls Of Disgust was hammered and recorded in the Abyss studio, produced by Tommy Tätgren, doesn’t lend much glamour to this album. The production sounds much meagerly than a real killing one. Flesh is better off when in fridge as in the CD-rack – so check it out first.