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The only reason I wanted to listen to this is “Extreme Horror” boasted in the title. I have been off listening to science fiction and thrillers and have gotten away from one of my favorite genres.
Um… Holy crap… Whew… Sick B*stards: A Novel of Extreme Horror, Sex and Gore is by far the most brutally disgusting, sexually explicit, gut wrenching, nauseating, guilty pleasure I have ever heard. The title is not joking around and this is not for the faint of heart.
Brief synopsis. A family of four wake up with no memories of the past. They appear to be alone, the only ones in the city. Quickly they run out of the surplus of food and supplies. They have to venture out and discover they are not alone at all. Soon the others they find end up, literally, on the dinner table. Gagged and screaming while the family eats their fill.
If that wasn’t enough. Father is sleeping with mother, father is sleeping with daughter, mother is sleeping with son, son is sleeping with sister. In the most graphic hard-core ways. So mush so that my skin would start to crawl, I would look over my shoulder at work to see if anyone else could hear the incestual escapades. I do not like erotica and I didn’t like all of the sexual content, however if you can, somehow, push that aside. There is a terrific horror story here.
All of that aside this is a story a young man coming of age, in more ways that one, and discovering what is truly important. Truth or happiness. Family or solitude.
Have you been looking for a story that will horrify you in almost ever was imaginable? Well, look no further. This might even make me think twice before listening to another audiobook by Shaw. I say that now, but who am I kidding.
I was thinking to myself while listening to this one. Takes place in the United Kingdom, why not pick a British accent? Well, because that would have stunk. It wouldn’t have given Sick B*stards the raw brutality that a rough Scottish brogue can bring to the table. And if that is what you are looking for then Chris Barnes is who you want for your audiobook.
Even though there wasn’t really a rhythm to this story Barnes was able to bring it regardless. Somehow he was able to keep his wits about him while telling this deranged and twisted tale. I have said this before and I will say it again, Barnes does not have the best characterizations. Yet somehow he is able to breath a life into horror stories like I can imagine no other doing. Yes, he is on my short list of go to narrators.
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He is Sick, they are sick and now I am sick.
WE DON'T MAKE LOVE, NEVER HAVE, WE F Matt Shaw is a sick bastard, every character in the story is a sick bastard and now I am a sick bastard for listening to this. I listen to hundreds of books a year and a lot of horror books, this is not horror. This is out and out, sick and gory. I found very little that was scary, a lot of incest, lots of descriptive cannibalism, but no scary. This story actuals ends up fairly cliché.
Here is the first ten minutes: We open with a twenty something boy who is screwing his sister from behind, he turns her over and starts hammering her hard. This is not enough, so he starts choking her. Mom pops her head in the room, smiles and makes some commit about the boy doing some of the things she taught him, and that dinner is ready. They go downstairs. A woman is naked, gaged and tied to the dinner table. She is still alive. She tries to scream, but she is gaged. Dad starts carving pieces off of her and putting the pieces on the family's dinner plates. They start eating the woman and she is watching them do so, when she is not passed out. This is only one of the many brutal scenes. This is only one of the sex scenes.
You can call me a prude if you want. I love J.A. Konrath (Kilborn) who has lots of blood and gore and torture. I like Tufo's Timothy. This just made me want to take a bath after I was done. I did not enjoy it. Part of the problem was the whinny main character. I believe Shaw was trying to make it look like he had a conscious, yet he is the first to chop someone's head off. He reluctantly gives in to the sexual demands of his sister and mother. He runs away from home about three times. He constantly questions himself and contemplates suicide. The running away and anguish is the main part of the story and it always leads to him screwing, killing and eating the dead. I think this would have been better if the main character would have been evil or good, but not whinny. There is kind of a twist at the end, but it is pretty cliché.
The evidently takes place in Scotland as the narrator has a strong accent. It takes a while to get used to this accent. Some words just get lost. Several times it sounded like he was saying cheese and much later I figured out he was saying trees. There are several more of these.
One thing is for sure, it may be a long time before I eat ham again. It seems people taste much like Ham. Now excuse me, I need to go take a long shower.