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Rating: The slow exasperating ceremonial "Boris" opens the album, with a distorted guitar loop grafting onto the sonic backdrop while we rhythmically witness the celebration of Crover's drum power, which delivers caveman-like blows, just as you collapse from the feedback and distortions of a sabbath no one really wanted to join... and here comes the inhuman voice of King Buzzo, a voice that seems to come from some deep cosmic recess, filled with pain and frustration.
It's truly wicked. At least he is.
But you don't realize it until you've listened to the introduction of "Anaconda" with deep introductory bass lines from a living cemetery before the bastard explosion of a metaphysical/mephitic sound wave that kills even the last hope of hearing something normal and human within the coils of this tortured album... they are monsters, they possess your mind, nothing makes sense anymore except for them and their music.
Listening to it causes an overwhelming sense of darkness in the mind, but it's pointless because before you realize it, you'll press play again and everything will return, like in the worst nightmares of a serial killer... so that your soul can be purified and the sabbath continue, enjoying your suffering... The Sludge. Everything necessarily goes through here and must pay its debt to this album...
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Anaconda (02:23)
Like it soar a lore a lie
What tells a mine to mine
Ruff sewed in mullnin' sa heartbreaka
Cause she could lonely sell
Like moanin' wosta lie sin
Cause she's a keen
Like he knows a shosin wona lus
Cause he's a whole sinna
Little pigs and Little Little heartleaks . . hugh! hugh!
I just thought you'd enjoy
I sonio mine and lie so low
And like a suck a wonder the san-lo
Like sonay a wosay wonay
Little queen
and little heart attack Sarah
Popa low
04 It's Shoved (02:35)
For the love maze for me to show you
Look show
Can't even handwrite
I got somethin'
You got holy doll
I'm a leather man
Guarentee
Then when we caught a big pack of bad cats
Always raising paws
Always chucking tails
Kiss that little head
Make 'em demohol
Eat some Petromalt
So they see
07 Your Blessened (05:39)
YOUR BLESSENED
I like your hands
Mr Cancer see
Fell the timber
I felt you be
And if you were
Just like your will
We can end up
And we can turn up
And we can bleed
When man's only distant relative
Has descended on his own
You will know
Your blessened
I can feel you, babe
Your man-like
Your friendly
Your me
I like your hands
Mr Cancer see
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