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DEVOURMENT AND THE SPIRIT OF THE METALHEAD
"Reflections of a fake twenty-year-old metalhead on the road to Damascus"
Since I became an adult, I've decided that my conversations should have a beginning and an end, hopefully separated by a little chat and some laughter.
Since I started meeting metalheads, I discovered that apart from some laughter, I can only use the beginning or the end: most prefer the latter.
I'm sorry to pick on Devourment, but I have a natural inclination towards irreverence, especially when the object of my mockery is a sacred monster of Metal. But let's proceed in order.
It all happened in an instant; yesterday there were only Morbid Angel and Cannibal Corpse, today there are only Devourment. Brodequin are already a bit poser. In one of the endless evolutions of metal, I discovered that you can do the same stuff for fifteen years, but sixteen is already too much; if you make the same music for sixteen years, I'll buy your record, but I won't listen to it and say the golden days are over. In the meantime, another group has emerged that has been doing the same stuff for ten years THEREFORE it is worthy of respect: they are Devourment, they are Texans, and they kick ass. Also, I don't know who has been to jail, so they're really cool.
Talking with metalheads, you discover a lot of interesting things, like Devourment being sacred: if you want to criticize them, you must at least wait until they do the same stuff for sixteen years (unless they bring up the "evolution" card: it's a kind of wild card, depending on how it suits you, you can say they've sold out or that they have a personal sound). Devourment have contributed to the affirmation of Slam, the ruin of modern Death Metal. Yes, but they have attitude; if you want to have attitude too, you need to know by heart every non-note riff of all Devourment's songs. If you like Digested Flesh, you're a poser or you don't understand extreme metal. One day I listened to Devourment first and then Digested Flesh: I looked around, making sure I wasn't being watched by Brutal Death's assassins, and I let out a huge fart. Then I threw my head back and shouted "Slam Till Death", then I came to and started thinking; "Devourment are on average faster than Digested Flesh" was the beginning of my meditation. When I realized the beginning coincided with the end, I remembered I was doing something wrong, so I burst out laughing. It then occurred to me that I am a metalhead, and the reasoning might just as well be okay as it is.
Since I realized I was a metalhead, I've talked with many other metalheads and told them, "Guys, Devourment kick ass, and Digested Flesh suck." But I realized I was a metalhead when Brutal Death Metal had already evolved: in conclusion, I am narrow-minded, Devourment kick ass, Digested Flesh aren't great, and Abominable Putridity are overrated. Artery Eruption are okay.
When I considered myself a metalhead without knowing I was narrow-minded, I thought that to become a true democratic metalhead, I would have to repeat what other super democratic metalheads say; a bit like Bondi, who became a Forza Italia supporter when he started doing Berlusconi's Delay. Instead, a bit like Prodi, I always find myself in trouble, and I don't even like Artery Eruption that much. Suddenly everything became clearer to me; I'm an unknown metalhead while democratic metalheads are always in the spotlight. That is the trait that allows one to say that Origin is the most technical and cool band and that Anomalous are boring. The contradiction for metalheads doesn't exist; the Coincidentia Oppositorum is the supreme law unless we're talking about Devourment.
Brodequin are great but you can't make out a note.
With Devourment you can't make out a note, hence they are great.
With Digested Flesh, you can't make out a note and besides, they suck.
Artery Eruption is identical to Digested Flesh, yet they are great.
Abominable Putridity are overrated because they are the same as Digested Flesh.
Abominable Putridity are the same as Digested Flesh yet better than Digested Flesh.
Origin has a hundred times more technique than all the aforementioned bands, so they are cool.
Anomalous are more technical than Origin hence they are boring.
Internal Bleeding has nothing to do with Devourment, though they more or less play the same music.
Internal Bleeding are quite cool.
Vulvectomy is the same as Devourment, so they are derivative and don’t deserve it.
Enmity is derived from Devourment, but you can’t understand even fewer notes: however, they are not great because they are too extreme (also inconclusive).
Cephalotripsy are cool indeed... they are cool indeed... they are cool indeed...
In 2007, you were a metalhead only if you listened to Slam from morning till night; in 2008, metal evolved, and anyone listening to Slam from morning till night is a dumbass.
Degrade does Slam, so they are cool and have attitude: Vulvectomy does not.
If you want to do Slam, you need to have short hair, but if you have short hair, you’re a poser; you can fix this by putting on a baseball cap and making friends with a real metalhead.
Devourment are cool because they've written less than twenty songs but remixed them fifteen times to get four albums, each of which has at least three reissues.
"1.3.8" is cool because it contains songs from the album before ("Molesting The Decapitated") and the album after ("Butcher The Weak"), and since those two albums are cool, by the transitive property, Devourment are super cool. (?)
Devourment is untouchable; if you touch them, you're not a metalhead and then you'd better think of a review that has a beginning, a discourse, a laugh, and an end.
Now that I've finally become a true metalhead, I've understood one thing; shit isn't all the same. The shit that’s the same as shit is good only if it tastes like shit. Shit that doesn't taste like shit isn't shit even if it actually stinks, is brown, and comes out of the anus. Shit is good only if it tastes like Devourment: shit that tastes like Digested Flesh is half-good, and shit that tastes like Artery Eruption is soft but still good.
In Shit We Trust.
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
01 Babykiller (04:29)
Here I come
They call me
A beast like none before
I suck the abscess of dead infants
I want some more
I Am Baby Killer
I kill pregnant sluts and whores!!
Splaying inside the womb
Red and wet I tear chunks from the pussy Red and wet mangled unborn baby
Eat the meat dripping from filthy...
Cumstained, blood-soaked, rotten cunt Infant skull exploding in my mouth
It's brain on the floor
I grab it's tongue and tear it out
Dead meat for me. I can't believe
How much this baby is bleeding
It's tiny stumps pours out more
Than it's dead mothers open sores
It's guts paint the floor
It's flesh I shall gorge.
It seems feasting on young infant flesh has made my semen leak.
I am aroused. Fuck I'm crazy
I fuck the blood. I need meat on my cock.
No meat can satisfy me. I must spew my seed
Spunk flows throughout the mangled infant. now I'll chop it up
Chunks of guts fly as I stand with baby skin all over me
Forcing the blood-soaked gore unmercifully down my throat
Pieces of baby are lodged inside of me
Over and over I feast on it's death
It's all gone. I want some more
I turn to it's mother
Blood is still flowing strongly from her butchered pussy
I drink from her fountain, stench of menstrual gore
Gagging on chunks of sliced up pussy
I feel pressure....
Pushing in my brain
The force caves in my head
My eyes eject slowly
Where's my knife?
I plunge my knife in
Inside my head
My veins are seeping
Warm streams of red
My tongue tastes so horrid
I must swallow it
Gore taste so scrumptious
Enough to wash it down with piss
05 Festering Vomitous Mass (02:51)
[Lyrics By: Mike Majewski]
Calling for me
the urge to force a large knife through your skin and insert it again and
again
just to see your blood smeared on your face
and then splattered on me
haunted, haunted
I begin to see
Why I need to kill
my lust for your pain
is my reason to be
slicing your veins,
feeling your blood spray
all over my face
scream for me
I have to kill you to fulfil my needs
Reduce your form to a vomitous mass
Carnage and entrails all over
I force your corpse to bend over
now my urge has tripled
I have to feel you on me
dead fuck me!
I had to kill you to fulfil my needs
Now I must fuck you to enhance the deed
Blood smeared on my hard cock
then smeared on your ass
reduce your form to a vomitous mass
I cum on your face
spew my tainted seed
Rub it on your fuckin' tits
you whore you died for me
I think I like how you please me
Now that your a gory fuckin' mess
i'll keep your carcass ready for a fuck
anytime I feel you next to me
07 Choking on Bile (04:18)
[Lyrics By: Mike Majewski]
Creeping through the dark streets
enter the morgue with a hunger for meat
fuck the newly deceased I need the ones that been dead for ten weeks
Tearing and gashing a limbless torso
Voraciously stuffing my face with grey flesh
The next victim of aids this feast will be held indiscriminately
Moving from corpse to corpse puncturing
Violently, biting, chomping, gnawing on filthy meat
gore soaked, drooling pus, satisfied but not content. To my delight I find
and infant corpse without a head.
I begin to feel bile collect in my throat
this liquid filled infant is sure to please me.
I thrust my red knife in its half decayed chest
I'll begin with the heart then devour the rest.
Coughing up rancid pieces of meat
pus drip my hose I start to feel weak
I proceed to vomit this gut-wrenching feast
My insides along with the festering meat
A chunk of intestine lodged in my throat
I slice my own neck as I start to choke my stomach and vessels seep from my
neck
blood pours from my face as I approach death
Blood churning out of my face
and spilling on the floor.
The pain intense yet, I still hunger for more
As I fall dying I grab handfuls of tainted meat
I must gorge engorge these putrid steaming
mounds of flesh
Choking, on the flesh, of the dead, Insanity is my disease!
Choking, on the flesh, of the dead, Insanity is my disease!
Choking, on the flesh, of the dead, Insanity is my disease!
Choking, on the flesh, of the dead, Insanity is my disease!
Choking, on the flesh, of the dead, Insanity is my disease!
I lie dead amongst carnage
but this feast isn't complete
the vermin and maggots
will consume what's left of me
rats gnawing, bugs crawling
my dirty flesh is the feast
these insects and rats will reduce me to bones.
08 Molesting the Decapitated (04:42)
[Lyrics By: Ruben Rosas, Kevin Clark]
My mind is as rotten as the bodies of the fuckin' whores I've killed.
I raid a fresh grave to satisfy my thrills.
What the fuck is this?
A filthy fuckin' ugly bitch, I must rip the head clean off this scabby dead
trick
Now I rip the thread from her lips, bugs exit from her pale face
I jam my prick in her mouth and then I spin her head around, unburied
I gaze at her body mutilated but not by my hands stab wounds from a prior
predator but the job is not yet done
Now I will get the sloppy seconds of this rancid slut
I fuck the fuckin' shit out of her filthy neck
fluids from her stiff vagina seep
parasites proceed to enter my pulsing pecker
gnawing their way through me
hundreds of maggots nesting in my nutsack
horrible hybrid from the unseen
how will I rid myself of these filthy scum guppies
fuck this crude larvae
Pissing blood and pieces of meat
A small price to pay for my crimes
Tickling from my dick into my own hand
I tilt my head back, feel it oozing down my throat
she agrees to fuck me before I take her life
so I proceed to penetrate her twat till it bleeds
her screams of pain turn into moans of pleasure
so I punch her in the mouth but she begs me for more
As I pound at her blood soaked slit
she begs me to deliver my seed
>From my red cock the scavengers seep
in the womb grows my young offspring
Tortured and defiled as I impregnate
Embodied in my victim hate bred spawn
nine months newborn, enraged angered
inhuman infant of my incarnation
Countless corpses litter the streets
there's not stopping my sick offspring
surviving chiefly on humans, herds of dead cadavers rotting stripping the
hides from the living, hideous beyond conception
widespread murder rape breeds sickness
man is the endangered species
10 Fucked to Death (05:29)
[Lyrics By: Mike Majewski]
I'm sick of looking at these filthy ass fucking slobs
I need some slit to satisfy my dirty cock and if these pigs don't give it up
ill have to get my knife
Or stick a glock to their temple and say "give yourself to me" These urges
are controlling me
I need a cunt around my dick
I need fresh blood
The voices tell me to kill
I creep in search of victims for my lustful needs
I find one and stab her repeatedly
Then drag the blood soaked victim deep into the woods I strip her, no' one
hears her screams
I beat her, I smash my fist in her face
Please kill me she says while breathing her last breath
I clutch my blade with all my might, stab her in the fucking guts
Now the fuckin' fun will begin
I slide my hard cock right in
What a feeling it is
to feel her still warm dead skin
Her limp body still bleeds profusely
with my knife I slice her pretty face,
I cant stop laughing.
My blood drenched cock is pounding so hard
It tears up the skin on my dick
Now my blood is mixed in with this fuckin' filthy diseased dead bitch
I breathe heavy, mouth is open
By mistake I swallow blood, I have an idea
The blood gave me a jolt of new pleasure (in this blood)
I then take a chunk from her face and tear skin exposing bone (her skin
ripping)
Chunks dripping from my chin
I will eat her cunt next
Spread open your legs <i>[x2]
I slide in my wet blade
My dick is so hard my skin is ripping
Her blood sprays in the air like a fountain
Never in my life have I felt such pleasure
My heart is pounding
Killing is what I'm made for
Now I am full, another idea
I must take shit on this fuckin' bitch
I let one fly onto her face
I then lean down and kiss this bitch
The smell is insane, shit flows in my veins
It matters not, my cock is now hard again
I jerk off with shit on my hands
Lust still fills me, in time ill do this again
Again I must kill again <i>[x4]
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