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Rating: A big cauldron placed on a gigantic bonfire with something bubbling inside that seems like a preserve. But it's not a preserve, the smell is different, it's a fetid magma prepared by mixing together liters of rancid blood, tar, and smoking daisies from grazing cows, damned for the occasion by strictly following the recipe of the renowned Turin black magic.
A long gulp of such delights is what awaits those who are about to listen to this first painful delivery from the Piciudguma.
Essences: a hint of Vlad metal and Gozerian and Carpathian stoner, followed by an alternation of Rasputinian and Kyrgyzstan doom, with a persistent aftertaste of Albano and Romina Power.
The consistency of the sound matter, dense and lumpy, slow in flowing, is due to a hardworking and rotten bass and a guitar with a fat, phlegmy sound. In the end, it can only be defined as instrumental music, the voice is there but only emits wheezes and gurgles.
Four pieces in all, four sonic masturbations of the three group members that seem endless. The most catchy piece is "Lucy Kinder's Ass Hole", a long journey into a gloomy infernal den of more than 20 minutes, followed by "Gulietto Ghisa's Last Prophecy", the gloomiest, "Never Ending Porta a Porta", and "Youporn will become a pay website", two other apocalyptic prophecies.
Enjoy listening, little stars.
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By Miss Kinotto
The sound has noticeably softened compared to the first album, with most of the tracks being a hard rock that feels very much like rehashed soup.
The only track featuring the old sound is the title track.
