It's told relay-style, with one of three directors each taking on a different chapter, although you can't really tell: Tak Sakaguchi, (Yakuza Weapon), Yoshihiro Nishimura (Helldriver) and Noboru Iguchi (Karate-Robo Zaborgar). That three cooks are stirring the pot matters as much as the plot, which is minimal at least a lucid one. Just know that schoolgirl Rin (Yumi Sugimoto) discovers she has an effed-up hand which is nothing compared to her fathers crotch and chest but finds out she's not alone when introduced to other girls with mutated defects, like having an elephant nose and octopus arms.
Squads lowbrow highlight emerges when the girls meet a whole slew of female super-mutants with even more highly specific powers: boobs that sprout swords, a belly that literally dances, a rear end that houses a pop-out chain saw, and so on.
From there, it's a cry of "We must stop terrorism!" and a musical number before the near-nonstop bloodshed begins. Many heads are sliced into thirds mostly horizontally, but also vertically but all body parts are at risk. It rains blood so much throughout, I hesitate to think of the production's laundry bills. But really, this is the kind of movie where thinking is discouraged.
Mutant Girls Squad is not a good movie, unless you stack it against the typical Sushi Typhoon product, in which case it handily wins by comparison. Rod Lott