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An absolute disaster; therefore a marvel.
Starting with the "carcass-like" cover: a vile and putrid business card for the very first unsettling musical release of the English band.
A demo recorded with only a handful of pounds; twenty minutes of foul and purist Goregrind. Horrible sounds where hardly anything can be distinguished: drums, bass, guitar, and the voice itself are deadly cacophonic instruments.
Very short razor-like tracks recounting deaths, internal viscera, bodily fluids, and decay: a godsend for those who grew up with these abominable sounds.
Most of the songs included here will be revisited the following year in their full-length debut "Reek Of Putrefaction" (another anthology title).
But back to the demo: twenty minutes that smell of black infernal mud. A series of lacerating tracks where the vocalist Sanjiv stands out: it's his only official appearance with Carcass. He will soon be replaced by bassist Jeff Walker, famous for his growl so dramatically abrasive.
"Testicle Mincer", "Regurgitation of Entrails", "Malignant Defecation", "In Pieces" are some illuminating examples of the sick path followed by the young four guys from Liverpool.
An absolute disaster (indeed); stay well away from it... Necro-Cannibal Bloodfeast...
The genesis of a band legendary in its own way.
Ad Maiora...
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Festerday (00:19)
Tear out your intestines
Cut your liver into two
Throttle your heart
Till it's swollen and blue
Puncture your flesh
Skewer your eyes
Leave you to fester
Then eat you alive
05 Excreted Alive (00:55)
Eaten alive
Munched into pulp
Premature necropsy
Comes closer with each gulp
Brain not fully dead
Decrepit splattered libs
Mass ensanguined spasms
Excretion now begins...
...Semi-conscious human faeces
...Semi-digested squirming pieces
...Semi-animate in excrement
...Semi-terminal constipation
06 Malignant Defecation (01:59)
Dried, rotting, flaking, rancid flesh
Crumbling tissue - nothing left
Cancerous, mouldy, septic infestation
Smouldering decay of defecation
Your bowels now play host to pestilent decay
Waiting dormantly, it knows you're easy prey
See the corpse, smell the rot
Rigor mortis sets in like a frost
Lacerated arteries, entrails in a mess
The dry, stale smell of long rotted flesh
See the corpse, smell the warmth
As its cold, grey insides fester and burn
The guts may melt, but the torso remains
As the jellified innards turn into methane
[Finale:] ultimate excretion of rabid globular neoplasm
07 Fermenting Innards (02:33)
Your pulverized torso languishes in its pool of pus
Minced, cancerous viscera - gore seeps from the guts
My fetid fetish is to excavate the moulding rot
I drool my gastric juices as I chomp on you blood-clots
Fermenting innards, bubbling with rot
Alcoholic pus, dissolves the wooden box
I gouge into the chest's cavity to rip out the intestines
Slivering soft entrails to release the foaming secretions
I suck up the concoction and eat the decay
With cankered disgorgement I excrete my gurgling prey
Bile, chyme and blood in the offal effervesce
I eviscerate the bowels and drink the clotted cess
09 Psychopathologist (01:29)
Effervescing entrails corroding after years
The stench of the canker brings me no tears
Festering tumours of cancerous decay
Gnawed and chewed by maggots with malicious hate
I like to slide my hand inside your stomach
And rip out the putrid remains,
Drink the pus and munch on the internal organs
Until all the casket is drained.
It's fun being a pathologist - slicing up corpses
Especially when they have just been exhumed,
I like doing autopsies on festering carcasses -
I get high sniffing on all the fumes
[Solo: Inquisitive Brutality]
The sound of rancid juices sloshing around your coffin
The mould and the gore remind me of that you're rotting
Congealed blood clotted around both sets of veins
The beautiful colour of your decomposing brain
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