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Today I wandered again through my endless and silent mountains; and on the return home, after a real slog of a few hours immersed in an unusual warmth for the season, I met Alessio intent on reading a book in the hamlet of Anzuno. As always happens when we meet, we talk about music, concerts we've seen, new purchases: it's been like this for decades, since we first met. And today, my friend was wearing a T-shirt with the cover of the first Pungent Stench album reproduced on it; hence the reason for my reckless reviewing operation today.
The band is debuting on long play after an EP and a couple of split-albums already perfectly on target. It's 1990, and Death Metal is starting to take shape: it's the year of Entombed's debut, Death's "Spiritual Healing", Obituary's "Cause of Death", etc., etc.
Pungent Stench hails from the learned and cultured Vienna; but they have nothing of that. They are crude blacksmiths who have made auditory wickedness their belligerent cry of liberation. A disgusting album right from the irreverent cover and the title chosen for the album; no concession, however minimal, of melody. No kind of technicality; a degenerate mix that has as musical reference the compactness and compressed sound of the aforementioned Obituary, the primordial speed of Terrorizer, with lyrics so splatter and sick that they make Carcass seem like innocent schoolboys.
They tell us about necrophilia, cannibalism, human deformities; and it is reasonable to expect these disgusting lyrics in tracks like "Just Let Me Rot", "Embalmed in Sulphuric Acid", "Blood, Pus and Gastric Juice". To the very few who might be interested, I advise translating these putrescent poems!!
An unruly, rough work, with a bass sound so distorted and present it hurts; the whole album unfolds in the same gloomy and insane way. With the climax reached in the seven minutes of the title track: slow and asphyxiating in the first seconds, with sudden accelerations supported by the grunts of singer and guitarist Martin Schirenc. Abominable minutes that lie exactly halfway between the primitive Grindcore of Repulsion and the more canonical Death Metal of the bands I mentioned at the beginning.
They managed to push beyond in morbidity in the subsequent two albums that I will not fail to tell you about; for now, I'll stop here with the "radiant and sunny" Pungent Stench...EXTREME DEFORMITY...
P.S. For my excursion today, I sported a wonderful T-shirt of Mike Patton, Dave Lombardo, King Buzzo's Fantomas. An album by this supergroup is titled "Suspended Animation," which is also, incredibly coincidentally, a track from the Pungent Stench album. Not an entirely casual encounter, then, that of today!!!
Ad Maiora.
Tracklist and Lyrics
03 Pungent Stench (02:33)
rotting fetus in your womb
your own body is his tomb
mucus little brat
drowned in clothing blood
disgusting gastric juice
drops out from your mother's vagina
pungent stench of festered gore
your pussy is a viscous sore
worms in your entrails
pray upon the melted embryo
corroded brain and skin
your skin died for your sin
too many drugs in pregnancy
you killed your child but now it kills you
titanic waves of bestial stench
comes from your mouth it's the child's revenge
bursting boils, nauseous flood
malformation and yellow blood
now you can dig in your baby's guts
tear the corpse out and see what you've done
don't repeat this mistake, now you can get your punishment
he little brat will rip you still the end
06 A Small Lunch (05:43)
hello grandma, how do you like it?
lying in the tub, thorough disemboweled
can you remember, you always compelled me to eat
and if I wasn't hungry, you gave me the stick
now I am hungry, but please don't bother
you don't have to cook because you're my lunch
maybe the flesh is a little stingy
it doesn't matter, it's good for my teeth
your big strong arms
with all their swollen vessels
I'll keep in memory
of the many slaps
your brain with eggs and vegetable's
I think it'll taste bloody delicious
now there's only one thing you can do
grandma, wish me jolly good
07 Embalmed in Sulphuric Acid (02:07)
[by Wank]
The whole body, full of pumps
Bubbles are seeping, pus is dripping
Pouring acid, sulphuric acid
Embalmed body, no escape
Skin is falling, pain is stabbing
Pure naked flesh, acid-blood mash
Burning skin, soring flesh
Embalmed in sulphuric acid trash
[repeat the whole verses]
08 Blood, Pus and Gastric Juice (04:25)
[by Wank] Listen to me I have a story to tell About a guy whose name I can't spell He likes blood, pus and gastric juice Of course blood too, so let him booze He is insane for a brain Laps of gut, sips the fluid For the sweet, he takes meat To the bone, for him alone Never he is full or has enough Wouldn't dream of stop eating people though
09 Bonesawer (03:39)
[by Wank]
Split your skin
The saw will win
Tear your flesh
& open the gash
Your bowels come out
No need to shout
I saw your bone 'til you stop to moan
The saw can tell
How you will yell
Full of blood
It's in your gut
Your head zone
A splintering bone
The saw is red
And you are dead
I saw your bone 'til you stop to moan
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