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The Autopsy... perhaps one of the most unjustly underrated death metal bands, a great band with a proud career behind them that has led to the creation of masterpieces like "Severed Survival," "Mental Funeral," "Acts Of The Unspeakable," and "Friend For Blood," a career that unfortunately ended quickly, leading to the dissolution of one of the best death metal bands.
It was 1989 when the promising drummer Chris Refeirt, who had played with Chuck Shuldiner in "Scream Bloody Gore," the very important and great debut album of Death, decided to create his own band by enlisting the excellent guitarists Eric Cutler and Danny Coralles and on bass, the young promise Steve Di Giorgio. After the grand "Severed Survival," a devastating debut album that put the band on par with groups like Morbid Angel and Obituary among the leading exponents of death metal that was emerging, "Mental Funeral" was released in 1991, which I consider in my opinion the best album ever composed by Autopsy and one of the best death metal albums of all time. "Mental Funeral" is the album of experimentation and the approach to even more rotten and slower sounds close to doom, the album is a concentrate of technique, power, and rawness. Completing this masterpiece is a devastating line-up led by Chris Refeirt who, besides impeccably and excellently hitting the drums, spices everything with a totally rotten and monstrous growl, the excellent guitarists Eric Cutler and Danny Coralles who, like a good axe duo, strike with totally rotten riffs (yes, even these are rotten, everything is rotten in this album) and with excellent solos, completing everything is Freeway Migliore, the replacement for Di Giorgio, proving to be an excellent bassist (listen to the central bass break in "Torn From The Womb").
The album opens with "Twisted Mass Of Burnt Decay," a chilling open track, "In The Grip Of Winter" freezes the blood due to the horror atmospheres created and Refeirt's terrible screams, the psychedelic "Fleshcrawl" leads to the masterpiece of the album "Torn From The Womb," cold, rotten, and very slow, in my opinion, one of the best death metal songs ever, "Slaughterday" is a good song but nothing more, "Dead" is another live battle horse of the group, a slow march towards death, "Robbing The Grave" after a faster first part returns to very slow rhythms bordering on doom before bursting again at high speed, "Hole In The Head" finds a wild Refeirt who after a deadly drum solo emits terrible screams and growls capable of freezing the blood, in "Destined To Fester," we find the excellent skills of the guitarists and the bassist capable of offering an impeccable central bass break, "Bonesaw" is a very brief burst with the drums blazing and a beautiful guitar solo that leads to "Dark Crusade" where we find a Refeirt capable of devastating both behind the skins and with his powerful demonic voice, the album closes with the splendid riff of the title track capable of freezing the blood. A masterpiece, absolutely essential because it marked the history of a genre.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Twisted Mass of Burnt Decay (02:15)
From the brown infested clouds
Painful death is unleashed
Toxic rain upon your skin
Now you are diseased
Pus filled wounds begin to form
Inflamed bloated mess
Internal organs sizzle and corrode
Contaminated blood flows with death
The features are slowly rotting
Off your deformed face
Now you are just
A twisted mass of burnt decay
Retching violently
Heaving chunks of burnt toxic decay
Hair falls out
Bowels expel their rotten stinking waste
Body and mind are dubbed a fate
So horrendous and sick
The safety of the womb is gone
Bloody pus oozes from your dick
Unformed offspring
Meet the poisoned air
Ejected fetuses litter the street
Men and women cry
For themselves and their young
A twisted monument
Of mans defeat
02 In the Grip of Winter (04:08)
Lost in the white
Nothing in sight
Stumbling thru the snow and ice
Blinded by forces you can't control
Just to stay alive your only goal
Caught within the grip of winter
Hyperboric nightmare reigns
A arctic hysteria sets in
Body goes numb as your brain
Legs go numb
Panic strikes
So you then light a fire
Put your legs in the flames
Hoping for a rush of pain
Flesh burns right to the core
Spits blood from every pore
Smell your skin peel away
For your life a small price to pay
Running in searing pain
Rational thoughts
Are quickly slain
Take in your last cold breath
As you fall to your backsnapping death
04 Torn From the Womb (03:18)
Torn from the womb
Dying in this tomb
Torn...
Bred just to die
We are torn from the womb
Slowly to decay
Till we meet our doom
Everything is bleak
Shroud of black hangs over
Preparing to enter our graves
05 Slaughterday (04:04)
Darkened day
Torturous ways
Live only to die
Slaughterday
Cast into flames
Stoned to death
Law of the lords
Uncontrollable hoard
Headless bodies on the ground
War machine leaves no life behind
Blood soaks deep into the earth
Sadistic race
Rip out your heart
Strung up
Cannibals eat your flesh
Cooked
Survival of the fittest
Peel your flesh from the bone
Souless body left alone
08 Hole in the Head (06:03)
Repulsive parasites feeding on your mind
Shrieking demons
Within your skull they fly
See the colors so bright and brilliant
The hunger starts
It's brain matter you want
Voices so twisted command you
Don't try to resist it
Give in to the belief
That bliss is within reach
So destroy the wicked in your eyes
And feast
Fuel the creatures in your head
(The answer is in the slaughtered dead)
State of mind unbalancing
Distorted sick reality
Must achieve immortality
It's god again
He speaks
About the tasks you must complete
Tripping hard
Your brain is shorted out
You must believe
Cranial chaos
Blurs of violence
Keep the cravings fed
Are they coming in or out
This hole inside your head
09 Destined to Fester (04:33)
Knee deep in sewage Maggots burrowing thru my face Blinded by disease Waiting for my living death to end Slicing teeth Infectious chewing at my skin My blood is clotted with pus The maddening shrill cries Of rabid vermin never stop I pick away At my mouldering flesh Insanity has left my mind A tortured mess Face chewed to bits On my body they feast Swimming in the rancid sewage Spreading their disease
11 Dark Crusade (03:56)
Preachers and their followers Crusading for the light My stomach twists and tightens up The feeling is so vile They're trying to brainwash me But I am not a fool Each one shall taste my defecation As dark becomes the rule Kill screams my mind They die by knife and strangulation Lead pipe to the head They squeal like pigs Until I shit upon their severed head They squeal like pigs Until I shit upon their severed head To eternally serve the dark and impure I breathe each hateful breath To see their minds and morals destroyed I shall follow death Snuff out the life Of those who force their ways upon me On their limp carcasses I leave a token of my disgust
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