For those who obtained the physical 2011 remaster (released on CD and limited vinyl by Relapse Records), the presentation is worthy of note. The artwork—a garish, detailed illustration of the titular act—was cleaned up and sharpened. The booklet includes liner notes and rare photos from the era, showing a young, scrawny John Gallagher behind a mountain of amps. It’s a time capsule. The remastered vinyl pressing, in particular, is a revelation; the low-end rumble of the bass and kick drum is felt physically, turning your listening room into a pit.

This is the crown jewel. The album version is a classic, but this alternate take feels rawer and more unhinged. The remaster highlights subtle tempo variations and lead flourishes that were previously buried. The song’s structure—a frantic thrash intro giving way to a lurching, mid-tempo slam riff—is death metal architecture at its finest. Lyrically, it’s a John Carpenter horror film set to blast beats, detailing a medieval nightmare of torture. The remaster allows you to hear every sickening detail, from the pinch harmonics squealing like victims to the guttural pronunciation of “im-pale-ment” stretched into three syllables of pure disgust.

The EP contains only three tracks, but each is a masterclass in brutal death metal efficiency.