The gore- and scat-obsessed kings of puke-inducing turd-metal squeezed out this final blow in 1995 before breaking up (until their 2009 reunion). Continuing on the path toward hardcore, Sh*tfun does have its moments of no-tempo thud the band is known for. For the most part, though, the songs pound by in a barrage of mosh-pit-inciting ugliness, with almost pervasive references to the spot where killing and going to the bathroom meet. Who knew there was a connection? Just a warning: Chris Reifert's gurgling wild animal vocals are almost always intelligible.