• Voto:
Brutal-death-grind è la più giusta definizione al genere di questo gruppo.
I Pig Destroyer (giunti al secondo album) sono composti da soli tre membri, l'assenza di basso non comporta grandi problemi per la pesantezza del tipo di musica.
Un album che sicuramente spacca per gli amanti del genere ma consiglio anche agli altri un ascolto.
La stridula chitarra di Scott Hull e la potente e continua irruenza del magnifico Brian Harvey dietro le pelli vi farà innamorare di questa piccola macchina da guerra.
22 canzoni che hanno un buon filo conduttore e non stancano mai dopo vari ascolti. Jr Hayes urla per tutta la durata del cd (rare volte va in growl) e non vengono risparmiate parolone e insulti a tutti tipi di persone.
Il voto per me è più che buono!
Elenco tracce testi samples e video
02 Cheerleader Corpses (00:35)
Semen tastes like gunmetal she said smiling,
the arms of boys drowning in fire reaching for the rungs of my rib cage.
These pills I take in the witching hour.
I imagine I am swallowing you.
08 Intimate Slavery (01:05)
Happy birthday you broken child.
Of the barbed ribs and the poison heart.
I would show you the view of life from the floor
but the knees are as far as you go.
I give you exhibit A.
A country girl bludgeoned with an elephant tusk.
I give you everything I have wrapped in a shy kiss for you to use once and then destroy.
09 Mapplethorpe Grey (01:21)
Androgynous we are.
Ancient statues deformed in desert winds.
Dead children play in mapplethorpe grey.
Midnight orgies at the school for the blind.
Learn to feel all over again.
My name is anonymous.
I taste like everyone.
Medication blurs the last five percent.
15 Pornographic Memory (00:57)
An entire year of you in a single speck of blood.
The gun smiles your smile and the razor whispers your name.
They are just frigid hands from the other side of the world leading me into winter.
19 Hyperviolet (03:28)
Traced in a wet sand her name in perfect cursive
A love letter to the crescent moon
By tommorrow it will be gone I told her
There is no tommorrow she said
I can feel her in a bikini of coiled snakes dancing into the hiss of the wind
Postcards from a paradise in flames
She used to be so right
So right about everything
22 Piss Angel (07:57)
I see you headless
with me caressing your neck
My personal nightfall
An eclipse of the sunflowers
I feel so invisible (so unknown)
Coffin of dust
An illegible tombstone
They finally buried the gravedigger in the sky
I just need to shower in your amber and bathe in your earth
Outro:
Everyone quickly hushed up and took a step back as
Jenifer rose and stood over the girl, examining her
handiwork. Her heart layed motionless beneath her,
seemingly dead. Her eyesockets dry and empty. Her
heels and elbows sprayed and bloodied. Some on-lookers
gasped in horror. Some swooned and fainted
melodramatically. Most just stared in disbelief.
Jennifer reached down between her thighs and pulled
the crotch of her bathing suit to the side - exposing
her vagina. The other girl slowly sat up and began
sliding her fingers into Jennifer. A few minutes
later, her wrists were in, then her elbows. Eventually
she would completely disappear into her womb. Jennifer
tilted her head to the side curiously. She heard the
sound of a rickety-wooden roller-coaster in the
distance. It's passengers screaming in mob terror. She
knew that sooner or later they would realize that the
ride wasn't stopping and they were all going to die..
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