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Rating:
“A feast of excrement on the decomposing remains of humanity”
“Sacrificed by cannibals at the foot of the Church of Blood's steps”
“Desecrate the Cathedral”
“Mutilated in your prison”
“Baptized with acid in the slaughterhouse well”
“Dismembered limbs rotting in the pool”
“The facilitator of perpetual anguish”
“In advanced decomposition in the coffin”
“Deep suffering in an infinite whirlpool of agony”
“The bleeding of the corpse”
“The brutalizer of my soul”
“Blasphemous rituals of agonizing torture and dismemberment” ………………………………………………………………………………………………………….................................................
Do you know those password generators, those infernal contraptions that create passwords of 250 characters in a jumble, terrifying mixes of lowercase and uppercase letters, numbers, and special characters, which theoretically should be more secure than the unyielding “pippo123”?
Well, I discovered a few days ago that there are also death metal song title generators, a sort of artificial intelligence inspired by the extraordinary ventures of Giuseppina Baratro.
Before me, such Glenn Robinson discovered it—a guy who claims to play fuzzy pop punk in his basement under the pseudonym Pavid Vermin or Fearful Parasite, as you prefer—and who, in 2020, barricaded in his little house in Rhode Island for fear of catching covid, spends his days in front of the PC and stumbles upon a notorious “heavy metal name generator”—there are tons, I have no idea which—and the unfortunate starts tinkering with it: he puts together a few thousand titles, the cream of the crop are the 12 above.
Obviously, it doesn't end there. Glenn, who has plenty of time to waste, completely loses his mind and, seeing that he has the titles, decides to write some lyrics to go along with them, like two peas in a pod.
The music, no, that goes entirely elsewhere and revolves around rock'n'roll, surf, soul, and girl groups, just tons of the '50s and '60s, even some tear-jerking ballads, and a piano and voice finale that, if it didn't narrate assorted dismemberments and unspeakable tortures, you'd call it a love paeon even Aretha couldn't top.
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Summing it up.
Brilliant album, brilliant in the same way as that joker Bobby Ramone a couple of years ago—for those who don't remember, Bob Marley's songs on Ramones' tracks.
Beautiful cover, the kind that makes me want to buy the vinyl, even though the vinyl doesn't exist yet but should be available in a couple of months. The only downside, the lyrics aren't (yet) available and it's a real shame because I have a feeling I'm missing out on a lot.
And anyway, all very amusing. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………….................................................
(Also finally understanding after 10 years where the excellent Genital Grinder copies his reviews from)
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