There is a lot that I like about Haemophagus. The "Creepshow" or "Tales From The Crypt"-type illustration for their cover art and the 70s Italian cinema samples that introduce a few songs make the edges of my mouth curl upward every time I encounter them, though I wish I could understand the Italian samples. But had those aesthetic pieces not been in place, Haemophagus still would have induced a maniacal grin as they play grindcore the way it should be played. Or at least how I like it to be played.