Slam has never been more mainstream. The combination of hilarious samples, Memphis rap, and brutal, slamming death metal has supplied PeelingFlesh over 400k monthly listeners, and countless mixtapes, EPs and albums. Rap you say? Well, vocalist Damonteal Harris provides rap over the slam metal, but doesn't replace the vocals altogether - the pig squeals and gutturals are still there. I'm going into this release preparing for twenty minutes of confusion, laughs, and one hell of an experience.

Two, very short singles come before the album, the first being "Midnight." It's only a minute and a half, and his nine-milli does in fact go bang-bang. The juxtaposition of rap, and literally unintelligible lyrics is genius. Speaking of Genius, they don't even have the lyrics for the slam parts - just a big fat "?" And just like that, the song is over. The second single isn't much longer, plus it features vocalist Kiriakos Destounis from Greek slam band Embryectomy. "Autistimus Prime" is about as absurd as it's title, and starts with a split second of Greek music. Barely any rap here, mostly just mediocre slam. These singles have not convinced me that this is either a serious or good album, but I'm sticking to it for the experience.

The album opens up with "Introlude," one of three interludes, making said interludes a big chunk of the record. The samples of this intro include Sarah McLachlan, and a whole bunch of random stuff - it's long too. A minute of just random samples, and a radio commentator announcing for us to sit back and relax... The first proper song, "Redacted," returns to the relay race of belches and bars. "Channel Zero" is up next, and it's just more, just significantly longer. More featured artists appear on the next track, "Holdin." Corpse Pile's Jason Frazier and Algor Mortis' Cecilia Keane, from Texas and Australia, respectfully. And frankly, I couldn't make out the guest's contributions. "Flesh Cathedral" opens up with a choral church chant, and it continues into the slam. After interlude number two, "D.V.P.B." is the last proper track full of the same questionable material as the other tracks. After a third interlude, we're done.

This was hilarious. It's fascinating how such a weird combination of genres has gained this broad of an appeal. If this album was meant to be serious, PeelingFlesh failed miraculously. If this album was satire, they did amazing. I may never listen to another PeelingFlesh song ever again, and I may have not actually liked a single second of this, but it's memorability and craziness makes "PF Radio 2" worth at least one listen.