Hey you! Yes, yes, I'm talking to you, look, that's really the name of the band up there. Did you read it? Yes? Not true, you didn't even get halfway, oh well, I don’t think your life will suffer... Ha ha! I can already see your faces finding this jumble of letters randomly mashed on the homepage...ah if anyone already knows the album raise your hand. No one? But wasn't it also nominated for the MTV Music Awards? Maybe I'm wrong...
By now it seems to me that the characters viewable from the first page are finished; this means that you have decided to open it, and something tells me you didn't do it for the proposed genre nor for the reviewer...
So: these Paracoccidioidomicosisproctitissarcomucosis come from Mexico and...no, come on, I really can't set this review in a serious way!
* First of all the name: what is it? I don't think even the members of the band know it by heart; and if someone among you has the unhealthy idea of buying their album, practice at home with a couple of tongue twisters, otherwise while you pronounce it the store will close. In the unlikely case that this name made any sense, honestly I would be as interested as about Michelle Hunziker's cat.
* Let's move on to the cover: frankly horrible, maybe intentionally, but I don't care, it's disgusting just the same. And if anyone thinks it looks like an eye pierced by 2 toothpicks, know that you are way off track.
* And then TADAAAM! The trump card of many grind groups...oh, did I tell you they do grind? What? You figured it out by yourselves? You're magicians, at first I was convinced they were a salsa and merengue band. I was saying, trump card: the logo! Amazing, a mix between a booger smeared under the desk and bird droppings plummeting from 50 meters high straight onto the hot asphalt. There is naturally no way to glimpse even a letter in all this, indeed it is not really clear how there could be a word hidden within this abomination of spitters.
The "music"...yeah, well... I mean... uhmmm... maybe to genre lovers, maybe... no, no, I wasn't speaking generally about lovers of death and black metal, but to the enthusiasts of mexican-grind-gore-pathological-extreme-splatter...yes, here, to this last nourished category of users, it might even be appealing.
But let's proceed to examine one by one the pearls of this "Aromatica Germenexcitacion En Orgias De Viscosas Y Amarga"...just kidding, just kidding, I'm not that crazy... although I will gladly spit out a couple of titles from this album released in... but does any of you really care about the year of release?...
So: the titles reflect the sobriety and composure highlighted so far, starting with the opener "Zombies Sadomasoquistas Hacia La Linfatica Descomposicion Esquitosomasis" and continuing with the second "Azoosperima Rancid Penetration Immunology In The Anfitheater". Well at this point one could deduce that: either the bassist owns a copy shop, or the band has already disbanded for not having the money to pay for the ink.
The greatest mastery of the South American combo lies in successfully fitting with innate technique the name, the album title, and the tracks into the back of the cd. Bravo, really.
Because the other tracks are not composed of fewer literary nonsense: "Erotico Festejo Anal Por La Inmolada E Irreconocible Carne Femenil" is my favorite, although I must say that in the chorus it sounds a little bit like "Sarcastica Y Sofocante Micoplasma Neumonia Con Clamidias En La Monucleosis Infecciosa" (but maybe it's me who didn’t listen well to the melodic rhythmical passages). And if someone is saying < Ma che bravo (o che pirla) Jurix a riscrivere tutti sti titoli > know that I copy-pasted them and if I have to tell you the truth, I'm not even sure they are correct because they may not have been re-read even by the character who decided (after an encounter with UFOs or a bleach binge) to produce this album. Then considering the huge difference between one song and another our Paracocci...thought it best to gift us (track 2, 4, 5, and 7!!!) also FOUR almost identical intros, made of female orgasms with background sounds resembling sardine milk falling from the stalls of the ‘marcà del pess de Mecsico siti'. To be precise the pornographic effusions before the 5th song last by the way 1:38".
Well, and so warmly recommending the purchase of this masterpiece and awaiting the Paracoccidioidomicosisproctitissarcomucosis in their world tour which I hope will also touch Sernaglia Della Battaglia or San Giorgio Delle Pertiche, I leave you with in the background the gentle notes of "Coitoexamen Sexologico A Una Obesa Bisexual Fornicando Con Una Lesbiana Anorexica", just perfect according to me as a listen to share with a girl on the first date.
Only flaw for a Mexican grind band: the album seems decently recorded. Mah, sometimes strange things happen...
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