Waco Jesus
Filth

The cover of this masterpiece is enough to decide whether you want to buy it or not. Do you feel repugnant enough? Are the fetid and the disgusting ingrained in your neurons? Have you never had defecation issues? Well, keep reading.

"Filth" is the second album of the band that's just right for you, one where all members do a good job and it's a masterpiece even before you've unwrapped it. First song: the title track. First riff. Already heard a thousand times in a thousand similar works (all these riffs are similar. Thankfully, because otherwise it would mean some member didn't do a good job). The voice is always the same, same intonation (but I was sure of it, the singer always does a good job)."Blast you in the face with my semen you in the face with my fist" is a punch in the stomach (it's made on purpose, I suppose, to aid the liberation of the intestine). The title is awesome, I hope English is in your DNA, because Waco Jesus is mostly depraved lyrics, loose bottoms around the toilets hand in hand, genitals in perpetual agitation, and occult minds in a hell of the senses. Needless to say, a masterpiece.

If you still haven't stopped and continue reading, "The consequence of your ignorance" is for you. Again the riff (the same as the first, the second, and those that will follow, fear not). The voice changes register for 0.01 seconds, then, disturbed and disgusted by such daring, goes back to doing a good job.
"Sexual assault" says it all, vaginas chasing penises, bottoms clapping hands, and someone eating something (it's not a steak). This too is a masterpiece (if the previous one was, this has to be too, since nothing changes).

If you have premature ejaculation problems, "Orgasm is the enemy" is for you, because no penis in this song does a good job. A fury of distorted guitars (like the rest of the CD, they forgot the pedal was left on).
If your neighbor reminds you of someone who used to beat you as a child, "I hope he beats you" will remind you of him forever, and help you make peace with the accounts of the past. "Fag Busher" wraps it all up, same guitar, actually no, or maybe yes, actually yes, yes, same guitar. The singer still doesn't do a good job, maybe he's gone to disconnect the pedalboard, or maybe to defecate, or maybe to have sex, or maybe he's just collapsed. No, no, he's there, don't worry, he's back. You know it because you can't forget that voice. Masterpiece. "For fans of anal blast" reads the press release (I'm not kidding). How beautiful life is.

p.s.: I borrowed this CD from a metalhead friend, one of those professionals, with piercings, studs, tattoos on the butt, and all the rest. So it can be trusted. Good life to you all.