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Rating: It's raining, or rather pouring this morning at my place. The outside temperature is eight degrees; I see the mountains above the house covered with snow that fell overnight. A day that promises to be very dark and leaden; and my mood plummets. So it's fitting to find solace in music and in Death Metal, which perfectly matches the awful weather forecasted for the weekend. I seek help from Six Feet Under (the "six feet under" refers to the depths of graves dug for coffins) and their fourth album, True Carnage. For those who don't know, the band was born, already dead or on the brink of being so, after Chris Barnes' departure from Cannibal Corpse, the first and unforgettable vocalist; after leaving the Cannibal Corpses, he created a new foul creature. Three albums before this one that I'm about to describe, of extremely heavy Death Metal, with gloomy, muddy, down-tuned, deadly sounds. True Carnage doesn’t differ much from the previous episodes: a Groove, a heaviness that takes on even more colossal dimensions. Except for a few rare moments, there are no accelerations, no bursts typical of Death Metal school; the band once again showcases an inhuman strength. A brief tour de force, the album's total duration barely exceeds half an hour, with Chris's voice highlighted; the instruments are ready to play an accompanying role, an accompaniment infested with evil. The vocalist's growl is one of the best, the sickest, the murkiest, and darkest ever heard in the extreme genre. Just listen to the opening track to realize what I've just typed. "Impulse To Disembowel" (what a lovely title they've chosen to start grinding the instruments and vocal cords!!!) is chilling: have you ever noticed the sound of a sink drain when it's clogged and starts working again after using some drain cleaner? Well, the noise that you hear as the sink empties and resumes functioning is very similar to Chris’s end-of-the-world growl. A foul grunt, reeking of unhealthy, of disease. The Black Plague put to music... I invite you to translate the lyrics... a cover and an internal booklet reminiscent of a child's morgue... There are also vocal collaborations with rapper Ice-T and the cherubic female voice of Karyn Crisis. To conclude, True Carnage is one of the last albums in chronological order, I remember it was released in 2001, to make me enjoy, to find a sadistic auditory pleasure in Death Metal...THE DAY THE DEAD WALKED...
Diabolos Rising 666.
Tracklist and Lyrics
01 Impulse to Disembowel (03:13)
Back again to kill and gut
I crave intestine
Fist-fucked reduced to a stump
Kill - all
Skinless body
Naked hanging
Blood as draining
Carving, killing
Swollen beauty
Holes appearing
Brutalizing, convulsing
Skinned and greasy
Still breathing
Anal carving
Holes are oozing
Slit your throat - deep
Off cane your head
Pulled out the guts
Right through your fucking neck!
Don't think I give a fuck about your life or religion
I don't fucking care about the world you fucking live in
Injecting bleach into your eyes - body starts to quiver
Spilled your guts onto the flor - consume the fecal dralnage
Liver withered - appendix punctured, pancreatic explosion
Knife scraping spinal bone
Like nalls on a chalk board
The pigs the want to lock me up
But the still don't know who I am
I leave a trall of blood and guts - cold Impulse to disembowel
06 One Bullet Left (03:33)
I'll kill all the haters
They'll never stop their deaths
We'll break and burn and murder
Each of you to the last
Retourn to make it final
One bullet to your head
I know it just won't happen
A world that's free from pain
So I'll just use my freedom
To fucking kill and main them
Reduce their heads with lead
Not ever gonna stop us
Not 'til the last one drops off
Not 'tll they die and rot up
Not ever gonna stop
Not 'tll the last one drops
One bullet left - one bullet left - one
One bullet left - one life to die - one
One bullet left - one bullet left - one
For some reason you motherfuckers think this is
Some kind of motherfuckin game
You ain't gonna realize until I got some fucking
Steel pointed at your faggot-ass face and blow your
motherfuckin dome off your goddamn shoulders
You motherfuckin critic-ass bitch motherfuckers
Catch you comin out your motherfuckin house
Bleed!
I put the gat to your face and head and blast
Blow your fuckin face off, rock you with the
Sawed-off, blow huts all over your bitch
Leave you stankin in a six foot ditch
Run up in your house with a tek out
Duct tape your spouse with a gun in her mouth
Smack your kids up you think I give a fuck
I'll call the fuckin pigs on myself
Barricade the black with the ATF
I don't give a fuck bitch I pray for death
Grab your little girl by the neck
Bust her in the chest
And throw her on the lawn
Call CNN it,s on, get this on TV
The last one's for me
Aim with the pipe down dead in my head
And squeeze
Leave the whole wall red
One bullet left, one bullet left - one
One bullet left - one life to die for
One bullet left, one bullet left - one
One bullet left - one life to die for
Always got one bullet left
One of fifty to their fucking chest
08 Snakes (02:46)
Crawling - roaches
From
Rotten
Orifices
Worms
Sliding
Feeding
Eating
Snakes
Crawling - roaches
From
Rotten
Orifices
Worms
Sliding
Feeding
Eating
Losing
Lifesblood
Turning cold
Pressure
Building
In your
Skull
Cracking
Crushing
Turning
Screws
Brain
Is dripping
Out your
Nose
Crawling - roaches
From
Rotten
Orifices
Worms
Sliding
Feeding
Eating
Snakes
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