### Queef Huffer: Infatuation with vaginal flatulence

#### 27/04/11 || InquisitorGeneralis

Queefs are one of nature’s most problematic enigmas. They are foul in the extreme, but also totally fucking cool. You know you want to hear one. And deep down inside, you want to smell one. Get your nose right up there and take a big fucken huff. Hold on one sec…

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…that’s the stuff.

Thanks Mrs. Daemonomania.

Anywho, Queef Huffer possesses maybe the best band name in the history of metal. Sadly, they suck. Their version of sloppy gore-grind is pretty tough to swallow, just a like a ripe she-fart. I know gore-grind is not the most technically proficient genre of extreme metal. Most of it could be played by epileptic chimps. I first heard of teh ‘Huff at the Maryland Deathfest a few years ago when I saw someone sporting a truly awesome Queef Huffer t-shirt that featured a grimacing face inhaling a big blast of the divine wind. I also immediately knew that Queef Huffer must an awful band of some grind variety. Sho ‘nuff, these Floridians worship at the altar of Anal Cunt, Skinless, and Dying Fetus. The name alone is homage to “Infatuation with Malevolence” by Teh Fetus. Here’s the difference; Dying Fetus can actually wrote good songs and play their instruments. Queef Huffer barely makes anything longer than two minutes (sounds like Deamonomania’s sex life, huh?) and 50% of those short-as-fuck songs are movie clips and/or intros. The song titles do make me laugh though, so you can chalk that up as a success. “High on queef” is a winner of a name. “Defleshed, deflowered, deep fried” make me think if this awesome scene from the classic horror film “Blood Diner”.

If you love silly, sloppy, stinky grind with a terrible production and a noticeable absence of real musical talent, go get a big whiff of Queef Huffer. “Infatuation with Vaginal Flatuance” is also on some shitty split cd too if you can find that. Try looking deep in the everglades or up some old woman’s burnt anus on the beach in Daytona. I really can’t tell you much more about the tunes; simple riffs, simple drums, completely incoherent vocals. Smells like grind! Smells like a queef. I don’t want any more Queef Huffer recordings, but I still want that fucking t-shirt. If you like goregrind in vein of Fuck… I’m Dead, GUT, and Anal Cunt, you will enjoy what Queef Huffer is poofing out. Me? I get a good laugh out of it, but not much else.

- Information
- Released: 2009
- Label: Rotten Roll Rex
- Website: Queef Hugger MySpace
- Band
- Ern Hate: vocals
- Brian Smith: guitars
- Bryon “Lizard” Pleasent: bass
- Josh “Goremaggot” Jetty: drums

- Tracklist
- 01. High on Queef
- 02. Jerking Off on Bodys
- 03. Defleshed, Deflowered, Deep Fried
- 04. Hacky Placenta
- 05. Pink Sock
- 06. Necro Fetish
- 07. Bludgeoned Beyond Recognition
- 08. First Date Face Rape
- 09. Vagina Sludge
- 10. Romero Repeat Kill Squad
- 11. Gore Whore
- 12. Pulverized Genitals
- 13. The Gainesville Ripper
- 14. Outro