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LA RECENSIONE
Here I am, here I am again; I'm here once more among you. Even more foaming with rage.
I won't bore you with what I've been doing these past months; mostly because I can't remember anything.
The entity Excreted Alive is missing one of its halves; I'm alone this time but I couldn't resist my exile any longer. To tell you about a truly sick album.
The second work by Pungent Stench (who knows which "pungent odor" the Austrians are referring to) is one of the most disgusting and degenerate albums I've ever listened to. A band of degenerates, of mental patients who enjoy (lucky them) talking about sadomasochistic practices, mutilations, serial killings only for the sake of feeding on the victims' internal organs. Tons of putrescence and various excretions, following the horrid path of the English band Carcass. An auditory magma that absorbs the raw and decaying noise of Autopsy, with sudden slowdowns that lead back to Black Sabbath; adding to this chaos, this pitch-black muck, a series of terrifying guitar solos played with Slayer-like vehemence.
A powerful Death Metal capable of resurrecting putrid zombies condemned to eternal darkness; but there's still hidden beauty in the nine tracks emerging from these damp and ghostly infernal abodes. It starts with "Shrunken and Mummified Bitch" and ends with "Splatterday Night Fever"; enjoy some of their videos online. You will find extreme pleasure, as I have for years. A couple more things and then I vanish: first, it's better not to say anything about the album cover's horrific and loving image. And secondly, I think it's fair to highlight how the guys enjoy inserting various samples like hysterical laughter and noises of various secretions that a human organism can emit.... "Sick Bizarre Defaced Creation."
In certain respects, a great classic of the Splatter-Death genre... SPUTTER SUPPER...
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Summary by Bot
This review praises Pungent Stench's second album 'Been Caught Buttering' as a brutal and degenerate masterpiece within the splatter-death metal genre. It highlights the band's horrific themes, intense guitar work, and influences from bands like Carcass, Autopsy, Slayer, and Black Sabbath. The album's grotesque lyrics and unique sound elements, such as samples of human secretions, are noted as part of its charm. The reviewer strongly recommends exploring the album as a classic of extreme metal.Tracklist Lyrics Videos
05 Games of Humiliation (05:09)
[by Wank]
Hey babe feel the whip on your naked skin
I'll torture, I'll hit - Cry in ecstasy
Needles through your nipples to get them stiff
Weight on your genitals make your cunt foamy and hot
You do like pain, it gives you pleasure
Beg and whimper, I humiliate your being
I have my technics, rigid and severe
I wanna get you to a real orgasm
Now let us change roles and show your treatment
Put on some leather and be my domina
Please give me back what I deserve
No matter what kind ache I'll feel
On your knees my slave, lick my heels
Your penis zone I shave - Drop wax on it
Clean the floor and eat my shit you little gormandizer
Don't forget you'll feel the whip when you don't obey
07 Brainpan Blues (04:04)
I'm a man, I'm a very sick man
I got one aim this is kill and kill again
I was born with pain and pain I give back
All I do with people is mangle, scalp and hack
I kill as many I can
I got no friends but you can call me slam
I torture and make them bleed
Strangulation, mutilation is my creed
I strangle them with a rope
Before I prefer to smoke a lot of dope
I slaughter them without brain
In the news they're telling I'm insane
Brainpan blues
Kill all the time - No day without a victim
It's more than a crime, his condition state - Mentally confused
I slice them with my knife
Inside the body my right hand dive
I butcher them for fun
Or shoot them with my gun
I choke them with a string
When I murder I always sing
I scalp and take their hair
But before I ask them to be fair
Brainpan blues
I hack them and I slay
When it's done, I start to pray
I chop, carve and slash
I rip, tear and I hash
I impale them and I spear
I leave them on the pale and disappear
At last I drink their blood
I eat their brains and I eat their mud
Brainpan blues
