Meat munching metalheads Wretched have stitched together a mixedbag tech-death record. At times it tears through the flesh with technical tenacity, mercilessly but accurately peeling through the layers with perfect precision while gnawing through the nerves. But far too often the delicate handiwork of these sadistic surgeons is thrown by the wayside, bludgeoning people to death with bloated, repetitive chug-a-lug breakdowns that lack the tender touch of a death metal master. There’s more than enough brain belting brutality when Wretched decided to put some creative effort into the music, and by the midpoint things start to flesh out, with plenty of pulsating licks, riffs and technical twists. But half the time they’re content to sit back and chew the fat, leaving long-standing gaps of lazy music that tries to be destructive but struggles to shatter the bones.