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In all the coolest catechisms of this poor country called Italy, we are taught a very famous phrase, always published in all the Novella 3000, and especially present in its original text called, if I'm not mistaken, the Bible:
"In the beginning was Metal, and Metal was with God, and Metal was God"
There's no need for me to continue, all metalheads know exactly what I'm referring to, and indeed, this phrase exposes a crucial theme about the relationship man has with music, which is that METAL IS THE ULTIMATELY SUPERIOR MUSIC!!! Some understand it right away and start listening to Led Zeppelin and Deep Purple from a young age, then they move on to brutal jazz music and eventually reach (as it should be) the supreme enlightenment in honor of a truly religious and devoted listening experience to sacred gutting at the right moments in life.
My task today is to review "38 Counts of Battery," the album that introduces the "Pig Destroyers" to the grind-core scene... it's very difficult to succeed in this endeavor, given that Coltrain has always tried to denigrate and vilify these phenomenal bands with a heart of gold, especially the critics of Martoriante music, but we do not back down in the face of such pettiness...
38 tracks of pure sonic AGONY, the bass is nonexistent but we like it that way, after all, every refined element of planet Earth comes from raw materials, it's known that Jimi Hendrix, after a depressing career start alongside John Coltrain, would later unleash an unexpected brutal-jazz that kicked off the Grind-core appreciated today by all the genre's devotees... What connects Metal with Grind-core? If you pay close attention, the Bible text continues:
"Everything was made through Grind-core, and without Grind-core nothing was made that exists" ...you can understand...
This album is not easy listening, you definitely need to have a Hatred beyond any limit to appreciate certain sounds, but we are connoisseurs, we don't stop at appearances, the pig must be dismembered before eating it... some tracks make you feel like your eardrum is about to pop, but it's like savoring silence, you're okay with it... you think that Coltrain, in the end, left us something good to enjoy...
The first seventeen tracks in my opinion are neither the same nor different, the 18th is my absolute favorite, "Pixie," slow and devastating, I truly believe the drummer is the one who holds the massacre throughout the album, with "Pixie" grind is not just speed, but also reflection. Then come 3 covers... at this point, even "indie rock" listeners can admit the technical superiority of grind music, alongside Scott Hull's deep devotion to metal... I would also like to remind you of the presence of an intro taken from the Buddhist film "Salò," and here we understand that grind is above all wisdom... the album continues with these 38 machine gun shots...
I would like to happily remind you of the most famous tracks recommended by David Gilmour: "Three-Second Apocalypse," "Fingers in the Throat," "High Forms of Pornography," "Honeymoon Journey," "Burning with Sodomy," "Delusional of Superiority"... I think that's enough...
In conclusion, trying to shed a sliver of light for the non-believers:
"THE DEVASTATING SLASHING IS A MASSACRE FOR THE FEW, BUT THOSE FEW WILL SLASH IN THE NAME OF JOHN COLTREIN"
(cit. Gilmour)
Tracklist and Lyrics
01 Deflower (00:28)
To enter your thoughts for just a few seconds as your pick their faith from your Teeth. The obscene dance of your memories.What you touched and what you tore irreparbly screams in the chambers on the Cloth.In time perhaps something resembling guilt will finally devour You
02 Fingers In The Throat (00:37)
Long sleeved in the summer,again in our gray shirts,leaning against
Cinderblock walls,we even hide from the other prey,but as soon as the lioness comes we
Step forth and present our throats,hoping this time it will be different....
And then we bleed again
08 Alcatraz Metaphors (00:27)
While we used long fingernails
To carve epitaphs into the floor
You were scratching freedom from concrete
Living in a world of gamblers and murder victims
I walk these corridors knowing
Of the net beneath your defiance
Has become legend within these walls
And we sit in our cells and hope
You live enough life for the rest of us
Who did not make it out
10 Pixie (06:06)
Young unicorns snatched from the impossible skies precious horns, ordinary chainsaws.
I am left with horses revolting in the normalcy shipwrecked by a face all sweet and empty
like a hollow candy or an ice cream smile licked down to a cigarette i promptly extinguished
in a dead infection a desk drawer full of blurry sunflowers.
under your bare feet are only symptomatic of the monster i have become.
12 Tentacle (00:52)
Bitter aftertaste of every exploitation chokes me like a mouthful of spiders,
Crawling in or out i don't know but i kneel to the gods of nausea in moments
Of reflection upon what i stole from a fifteen year old girl and not even a
Thousand seasons of rain could wash my leprosy from her body.
15 Delusional Supremacy (00:24)
Single file lemmings
We prepare our mandate in effect simply
A testament to our gullability
With each pull of the lever
We lend credibility to an institution
Which we can only repaint
Never reconstruct our percieved power of change
So divided and spread so thin
So as to be rendered ineffective
If the collective voice cannot be heard
Then the collective wrath must be felt.
16 Alcatraz Metaphors (00:30)
While we used long fingernails
To carve epitaphs into the floor
You were scratching freedom from concrete
Living in a world of gamblers and murder victims
I walk these corridors knowing
Of the net beneath your defiance
Has become legend within these walls
And we sit in our cells and hope
You live enough life for the rest of us
Who did not make it out
17 Treblinka (00:24)
Late term abortion three decades late
Be sure to empty all ten commandments
Into his chest for only holy redneck terrorism
Can usher in the second coming of the coat hanger
18 Seven And Thirteen (00:21)
The trivial little things left in your wake
Are beloved terminally infected limbs
It is not the firing squad
But the blindfold that makes us tense
Loss of perfection leaves no cause
To persist in searching
Leaving me longing for the day
That finally smothers all hope
20 Torquemada (00:34)
Experimentation as roadblock
Let us halt the goose-stepping
Of their absurd sexual revolution
Please explain the fascist math equation
For converting first person worship
To third person lechery
And show me the god who is making you stretch
Our preferences across your moral chopping block
Because I would so love to cum in his motherfucking face
21 Frailty In Numbers (00:48)
Entrenched in a cult
Where you are assured that two and two is five
Your twisted crosses and perverted religions
Cannot mask what is simply a holy war
Of aryan penis envy
Learn to take your pride from the depths
And not the surface.
22 Suicide Through Decay (01:01)
Seeking to expand the sympathy collection
Self-esteem should never be parasitic
And stagnation should never get comfortable
Anxiously awaiting the answers with refutations
At the ready marionette of circumstance
You need to see beyond the walls of your petty little diorama
25 Seven And Thirteen (00:23)
The trivial little things left in your wake
Are beloved terminally infected limbs
It is not the firing squad
But the blindfold that makes us tense
Loss of perfection leaves no cause
To persist in searching
Leaving me longing for the day
That finally smothers all hope
27 Delusional Supremacy (00:27)
Single file lemmings
We prepare our mandate in effect simply
A testament to our gullability
With each pull of the lever
We lend credibility to an institution
Which we can only repaint
Never reconstruct our percieved power of change
So divided and spread so thin
So as to be rendered ineffective
If the collective voice cannot be heard
Then the collective wrath must be felt.
30 Synthetic Utopia (00:40)
Short wave dictator
Launches the blitzkrieg upon your frontal lobe
The unexpected siege of the fortress
Thought impenetrable
"World peace" just a few elusive frequencies
Away for there is no enslavement
More absolute than unconscious enslavement.
31 Monolith (00:35)
Archaic bureaucracy doomed from the outset
Bloated and hedonistic
Invincible and inert
A bedridden monolith of uselessness
We lack the fortitude to pull the plug
Unable to envision our lives without it
Instead we maintain a two hundred year vigil
Praying for a miracle of some kind
Not realizing that every day of mourning
Is also a day of regression
Social evolution is neutralized by antiqued tradition.
32 Frailty In Numbers (01:12)
Entrenched in a cult
Where you are assured that two and two is five
Your twisted crosses and perverted religions
Cannot mask what is simply a holy war
Of aryan penis envy
Learn to take your pride from the depths
And not the surface.
34 Elfin (00:32)
I am content in the wooden half of ventriloquism with fingers up the back of my
Shirt sifting through the well-camouflaged maggots flakes of your urine taste.
Like fairy dust when i allow my tongue to betray me I consider myself lucky
To be destroyed by such elegance.
38 Treblinka (00:51)
Late term abortion three decades late
Be sure to empty all ten commandments
Into his chest for only holy redneck terrorism
Can usher in the second coming of the coat hanger
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