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Rating:
Brutal-death-grind is the most accurate definition of this group's genre.
The Pig Destroyer (on their second album) consists of only three members, and the absence of a bass does not cause major issues with the heaviness of the music style.
An album that certainly rocks for genre enthusiasts but I also recommend a listen to others.
The screeching guitar of Scott Hull and the powerful and relentless fury of the magnificent Brian Harvey behind the drums will make you fall in love with this little war machine.
22 songs that have a good continuity and never tire after multiple listens. Jr Hayes screams throughout the duration of the CD (rarely shifts to growl) and no strong words or insults are spared against all types of people.
For me, the rating is more than good!
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
02 Cheerleader Corpses (00:35)
Semen tastes like gunmetal she said smiling,
the arms of boys drowning in fire reaching for the rungs of my rib cage.
These pills I take in the witching hour.
I imagine I am swallowing you.
08 Intimate Slavery (01:05)
Happy birthday you broken child.
Of the barbed ribs and the poison heart.
I would show you the view of life from the floor
but the knees are as far as you go.
I give you exhibit A.
A country girl bludgeoned with an elephant tusk.
I give you everything I have wrapped in a shy kiss for you to use once and then destroy.
09 Mapplethorpe Grey (01:21)
Androgynous we are.
Ancient statues deformed in desert winds.
Dead children play in mapplethorpe grey.
Midnight orgies at the school for the blind.
Learn to feel all over again.
My name is anonymous.
I taste like everyone.
Medication blurs the last five percent.
15 Pornographic Memory (00:57)
An entire year of you in a single speck of blood.
The gun smiles your smile and the razor whispers your name.
They are just frigid hands from the other side of the world leading me into winter.
19 Hyperviolet (03:28)
Traced in a wet sand her name in perfect cursive
A love letter to the crescent moon
By tommorrow it will be gone I told her
There is no tommorrow she said
I can feel her in a bikini of coiled snakes dancing into the hiss of the wind
Postcards from a paradise in flames
She used to be so right
So right about everything
22 Piss Angel (07:57)
I see you headless
with me caressing your neck
My personal nightfall
An eclipse of the sunflowers
I feel so invisible (so unknown)
Coffin of dust
An illegible tombstone
They finally buried the gravedigger in the sky
I just need to shower in your amber and bathe in your earth
Outro:
Everyone quickly hushed up and took a step back as
Jenifer rose and stood over the girl, examining her
handiwork. Her heart layed motionless beneath her,
seemingly dead. Her eyesockets dry and empty. Her
heels and elbows sprayed and bloodied. Some on-lookers
gasped in horror. Some swooned and fainted
melodramatically. Most just stared in disbelief.
Jennifer reached down between her thighs and pulled
the crotch of her bathing suit to the side - exposing
her vagina. The other girl slowly sat up and began
sliding her fingers into Jennifer. A few minutes
later, her wrists were in, then her elbows. Eventually
she would completely disappear into her womb. Jennifer
tilted her head to the side curiously. She heard the
sound of a rickety-wooden roller-coaster in the
distance. It's passengers screaming in mob terror. She
knew that sooner or later they would realize that the
ride wasn't stopping and they were all going to die..
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