Pungent Stench
Dirty Rhymes and Psychotronic Beats

The blame for this latest writing abomination of mine lies entirely with the user macaco: in a recent comment, they cited the present GenitalGrinder, requesting its return to review. And so, never before have I felt so ready and outrageously angry, given the "softness" of the last few pages published on the homepage. Enjoy the filthy Pungent Stench.

Very few bands, actually none to be honest, can boast a discographic track record as "impeccable" as the Austrians.

Let's go back in time, more or less to October 1993, and the chilling Pungent are back on track with this purulent, (mis)fortunate, sadistic EP. Death Metal that smells of flowers, words of love, spring... But no, let's not confuse ideas!!! These are madmen who enjoy telling tales of death, death, and more death; adding to each single track macabre stories that stink of pus, gastric juices, vomit, decay, and various abominations.

There are seven sordid and menacing tracks that build this cult object for a devotee, what a hell of a repetition Genital..., like myself. There are two remixed and even danceable (!!!) versions of the already released "Blood, Pus and Gastric Juice." The second track bears the wise title "Viva La Muerte," and I believe that not a single word more is needed to comment on the merit of its lyrics.

A final consideration deserves the cover of my rather dull straw-yellow vinyl (completely on theme, I add): a voluptuous, filthy, big-breasted woman with a black sado-masochistic mask brandishing large knives, cleavers, and torture instruments dripping with blood from all too obvious sources. With a nice photo of the supreme pontiff glimpsed on the wall; the scene is completed by other images inside the vinyl sleeve with severed body parts and rubber phalluses. Grim and sinister like no others in those glorious years... "Praise the Names of the Musical Assassins"...

Diabolos Rising 666.