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Rating: Those who have been following me for a while are aware of my irresistible attraction towards Death Metal and Grindcore; and you also know that I have created a kind of even more extreme alter-ego. I'm referring to GenitalGrinder, who concluded his journey within Debaser last August...R.I.P brother.
Last night, I was contacted by Genital, who in his grave eternal rest had a dramatic awakening to communicate the following. This is the full transcription of his blood-stained letter penned by a skeletal hand filled with mud and worms.
"I read a colossal nonsense on the homepage: Slipknot playing Death Metal. I flipped over in my cold tomb, laughing my ass (!!!) off and starting to feel sick. So much so that I vomited the little that was still left of my decomposed entrails. But has whoever wrote this nonsense ever tried to approach Impetigo and their 1990 debut 'Ultimo Mondo Cannibale'? And who the hell are Impetigo, many will say: for goodness' sake, they are four rough lads from Illinois who recorded this pillar of Grind-Gore-Splatter-Death Metal in three days. They take Carcass of those indecent years as an example, choosing a skin infection from a medical pathology manual as the group's name. Then comes the music, which is a putrescent mass, recorded in not a very happy manner (just to stay within acceptable terms at least this time), of disgusting sounds that reek of Crust-Punk for many stretches degenerated to the improbable. A series of tracks introduced by samples from horror films of the time, like the initial 'Maggots' (my beloved little worms!!!), which starts with the screams of a woman about to be devoured by zombies. Screams taken from the film 'City of the Living Dead' by the great Lucio Fulci, whom I've encountered several times in the afterlife. Songs with titles that don't need to be commented on, they're so explicit: almost randomly, I transcribe, with immense effort given the condition of my fingers, 'Bitch Death Teenage Mucous Monster from Hell', 'Jane Fonda Sucks, Part 2', 'Unadulterated Brutality'. All this is accompanied by an atmosphere akin to the Black Death, leading back to death. The sickly compressed voice of Stevo is one of the most significant traits of this gloomy work; a voice that greatly inspired that devil Chris Barnes in the early works of Cannibal Corpse. 'Ultimo Mondo Cannibale' is a fundamental pillar of extremism in music. And hundreds of bands born not only on American soil will cite Impetigo as their putative fathers. Death Metal is this horrifying trash; my opinion is not even debatable.
I confirm it by shouting my deadly anger: Slipknot do not play Death Metal. Slipknot are crap...CANNIBAL HOLOCAUST...
Now I can return to my eternal rest."
I've concluded, we've concluded. These are the exact words of GenitalGrinder...BLOODY PIT OF HORROR...I feel exactly the same way as him, which is better for my physical safety.
Ad Maiora.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
03 Dis-Organ-Ized (01:52)
Prone on the operating table
Deep incision aliced on inanimate flesh
I love my disgusting equipment
Needless, scalpels and brain acoops to diagnose death
Succumb to my horrible experiment
Intestines and limbs agog in fiendish disarray
Mustating your natural composition
Rearrange your vital organs in horrific dismay.
I'm the ghoul of the medical profession
Foetid corpses and carcasses line the basement wall
With glee I dismember cadavers
I affix the pancreas where the stomach should be
Rejuvenate the rancid corpses
The innards glisten in their new anatomical display
I cackle with post-mortem delight
The walls reek of sin and the stench of horrendous decay.
04 My Lai (01:31)
Lt. Calley is my man
Lt. Calley, Viet Nam
Lt. Calley kill some reds
Do it like your daddy said...
Lt. Calley and his friends
Bring your world to an end
Lt. Calley with his bombs
Lt. Calley killed your mom!!!
05 Dear Uncle Creepy (01:33)
Dear Uncle Creepy, it's been years
Morbid fantasy exterminate my childhood fears
Some of the crap that's out these days
Is such a bore to me!
Dear Uncle Creepy
The shit they call "horror" in the comic store
Nobody's got that style anymore!
Pre-code classics provide the chills
This high-tech bullshit never will!
As far as movies are concerned.
There's plenty out that should be burned
The horror's gone, big budget's here
Whatever happened to the meaning of FEAR????
Dear Uncle Creepy, it's a crying shame
The "terror" of the 80's is so f**king LAME!!
Whatever happened to the good ol' days
Has you and Cousin Eerie turning in your graves!
06 Harbinger of Death (01:59)
Who needs rocks to use? I've got water ballons
Pick a spot overhead and drop them on your fucking head!
Harbinger of death!!!
I'll start a car crash! With these rocks I'll smash
Car hoods and funny hats, drop a rock, see'em splat!!
Harbinger of death!!!
If I get busted I won't quit, cause I can't get enough of it
Dropping shit on people's heads, maybe you'll end up dead!
You think you're smart! Wait'll bust your head apart!
Demolishing and destroying and you can't do a fucking thing!!!
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