Blurb displays a review that states that House of Rot contains "millennial humour", which if this is the case, then I must admit that I find millennial humour to be both irritating and cringe-worthy.

Much of the time while I was reading, I found both characters to not only be annoying and overly-verbose. The humour employed by Slater falls flat.

However, where House of Rot shines is through its commitment to its icky, gross, disgusting horror. In a genre that is slowly being gentrified by more palatable and sanitised material, House of Rot is a fresh breath of air. It's a love-letter to the shudder you get while watching senseless gore splatter the screen, or mould grow out of someone's eyes, or maggots writhe in flesh.

It's just a shame this love couldn't save the rest of book for me.