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Rating: Philippo is gone. He's no longer around. His brain is like my Saturday night dinner around 4 a.m. (on Sunday of course) scattered on some filthy sidewalk, talks nonsense, guzzles more alcohol than I do, even snorts the bazookas of his American Marine friends. Long live Philippo.
WARNING: Philippo’s brain is gone.
Pantera is no longer cool. No, Philippo has an extreme need for the underground, even 13-year-olds listen to Pantera, come on.
Philippo has an idea. He randomly starts bands, some he hits spot on (the phenomenal Down), while others would be better suppressed in the darkest corners of his mind as they are so pathetic (the pathetic Viking Crown). And all because his brain is gone. Poor guy.
Oh, then there's Superjoint Ritual. Eh yes, because Philippo knows the right people in the underground, all those buddies in New Orleans and surroundings are on his side. He forms this quite decent band, gives it a seriously cool name, and gets gentlemen of the caliber of Hank Williams III and Jimmy Bower (Eyehategod, I mean I'm not talking about Crowbar, but Eyehategod, not just any mushrooms and pistachios). Makes an okay album, the first "Use Once And Destroy", then breaks even more, calls back his prankster mates and starts recording "A Lethal Dose Of American Hatred".
Question: What genre do Superjoint play?
In words, they should be my favorite band. Hardcore, Thrash, Doom, Sludge, punk attitude (a lot). On top of all this stuff is his voice, stunning, THE VOICE symbol of the last decade of extreme music. Every little bit of heroin, every bottle of whiskey that Philippo downs improves (worsens) his abilities.
Again, they SHOULD be my favorite band, they manage to encompass in a single creature many genres for which I spend my miserable time for that shrew named music. Philippo doesn’t hold back on his 50 motherfuckers and his pissed-off attitude even here, the imprint is his, the ultimate punk (Stealing A Page Or Two From Armed And Radical Pagans, no more over-the-top title possible).
What’s wrong, whaaat? Damn Philippo, why do you always stop there, always like that, you want to be grotesque by force, even though I know deep down you're a good guy. Oh, because all the songs start with "one two threeee four" (I just can't get the three right). What do you say? Your brain is mush? Ah... better, I don't give a damn, it's not a plausible excuse.
Can I say one thing? YOU ARE A BIG PIECE OF CRAP!!! When I say "damageplan", what do you answer? "A shitty band!"
Damn, you jerk, it's your fault it exists(ed)!!! I found out you're even jinxed, more jinxed than Paul Chain even (it takes a lot!). You want to teach someone a lesson, and they end up dead, YOU’RE JINXED!!!
A really good album if it weren't for that Philippo now gets too much on my nerves. 4/5 to the album, 1/5 to Philippo (obviously an overly personal judgment, Phil really rocks here).
Ah, forgive me if in your minds the name of Darrell comes back, I didn't want to... I swear I didn't want to... believe me...
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
02 Waiting for the Turning Point (01:27)
It's inside,I felt it then,I feel it now,I feel it now
the turning point,Waiting for it(like) a time bomb
I'm waiting for the turning point,to lead my life from endless rage
to rip out the page,expect the worst,yet get the best
I'll wait out the rest,the turning point
Waiting!!,endless in waiting
It will be just for me,Not her or Him or them with hands out
breaking free of the family,of the lawyers & the vampire half wits
Waiting for the turning point! (X2)
I'm waiting, I'm fucking waiting!
Laid out,Planned out
On my own it works out,Frightful
Desperate, (and it) unpredictably turns out
desperate frighful
Laid out ,Planned out
on my own it works out
Waiting for the turning point,To drive into me!
03 Dress Like a Target (02:45)
Infamously marked by every generation known
Somehow they look like,the dicks from generations old
But the're new
No one in here is trusted
To kill everyone is to love everyone
Do what you can till your busted
Then keep the word,then keep the word
*Dress like a target*
Never to be trusted,to kill anyone is to love everyone
Rise up and never be busted
So keep the word,So keep the word
Infamously hated,kill every generation known
It's stupid that they look like,the generation fucking old
But the're new
The're new because the media says so
The're new becouse the media likes it
The're new because the media sucks up
Gro your hair,as long as a hippies
But we're not hippies
We're slippys
Like the manson family
Dress like a target (X2)
Target us,with massive and sweating hands
Target us,'cause in your minds i'm afraid you don't exist
We're rising up
(Chorus)
05 Personal Insult (04:11)
Personal Insult till multiple Injury is in store for you not me
They simply had to be calling out, calling out to me
Blacked out, I blacked out with a hatred, I hate enough to see
Personal insult leads to multi-injury
Damn the eyes
The ultimate fix is in, crawling though diease and ruins
Enslavement of man begins, only the strong yet scared are
Spared an early death
(chorus)
Personal insult, till multiple injury
Personal insult, destroying
Personal insult to multiple injury
Personal insult, on your, crushing
Unholy war you will get, you can get, its just bullshit (sandnigger)
A holy wwar you will get, you can get, jihad is a joke
FIGHT US THE AMERICAN PUBLIC
THE MOST PISSED OFF MOTHER FUCKERS IN THE WORLD
(chorus)
08 Permanently (03:24)
Were taking on, too much at once, tables turning, the traps are
Set, we're sticking our big dick, into the business that hardly
Concerns us, he's ignorant
We're pissing off, our biggest rivals, with a shrug or a
Shoulder. If we're going into this half-cocked we'll
Get cold cocked, clean clocked.
(chorus)
To Permanently kill yourself. To permanently kill your family
To permanently kill your god, to permanently kill the rest of the
Fucking population
Malaise, contagious cadaver, indisposed of flowering bacterial
Death display, some will cry that this is the vengeance of
Death, and only to death, no great rewards
(chours)
Destined to lay, suspended like a fetus in the womb, your death
Experience is common and sobering, to the radiating children
Of the dead god
10 Symbol of Nevermore (05:05)
We'll never see, the light of Eyes, the twist of might, the
Loss of sight, contracted Gate, reward of hate, forgotten
Wisdom, the grinding flesh
My god beats the fuck out of your god
The father of plague, fallen from heaven
For war, the ultimate war, the ultimate transgression
Several times over, your safety compromised, the hated
Race, the simple Emotion.
13 Absorbed (05:44)
Reading what you write alone, the ever-present f**king phone,
Being what your not seeing, self centered in bad lighting
Near sighted to a fault, with every day a grain of salt
Rarely reliving it
Sculpting statues of yourself, empty brain and stolen wealth
Feeling sorry for yourself
(chorus)
Absorbed, in yourself, absorbed
2nd verse
Lowly creature, fighting vainly crumbling inward, no lights
Left to shine,
Absorbing will that's inside
Keep somewhat low until night
Then come back for more
Stay low
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