Right from the opening moments of its unsettling intro, Not Dark Yet sets the tone: this is FLUIDS at their vile best/worst, prepared to transcend/descend the depths of poor taste that was their shocking full-length predecessors. And it sounds EXACTLY like every FLUIDS record to date: a stream of slimy, speculum-spreading, all-caps GOREGRIND in the grand, drum-programmed ‘n’ fuzz-toned tradition of godfathers MORTICIAN. And yet, across Not Dark Yet there exists subtle elements of "progression" that thankfully don't spell sellout: the 10-song album is relatively epic at 37 minutes, some real drums can be spotted, and the production's both advanced and regressed in equal measure. Similarly, the spectrum between absurdist whiteout speed and bowel-emptying slams is more extreme than ever, making Not Dark Yet the ultimate reckoning: you're either with FLUIDS or against 'em. Not for nothing have FLUIDS become mandatory listening for gorefiends, from those schooled in MORTICIAN's earliest teachings to those into the new breed of old-style goregrind. Not Dark Yet is ready to ruin everyone else's day!