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Pestilence - Consuming Impulse
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| One of the founding Death Metal bands |
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shru
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This was the heaviest thing I had ever heard in 1989. Going beyond thrash, but still having thrash elements with the definitive 'death metal' style of vocals which at that time was still a new concept. Underrated for what they contributed to the form.
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Disentomb - Nothing Above
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| Track 2 name is correct |
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Sometimes Metal Archives has incorrect track names, like track 2 from this album.
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Forgotten Woods - As The Wolves Gather
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| A Sonic Odyssey in Darkness: A Bad Taste Review of Forgotten Woods' "As The Wolves Gather" |
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Gather 'round, disciples of the abyss! Today, let's delve into the haunting depths of Forgotten Woods' "As The Wolves Gather." The vocals, oh the vocals, a unique manifestation of darkness that resonates with the very essence of the blackened realms. The tortured cries and abyssal growls are not mere sounds; they are incantations, a summoning of spirits from the shadowed dimensions.
As we traverse this auditory labyrinth, the vocals stand as a haunting beacon, guiding us through the desolate landscapes painted by the instrumentation. The uniqueness lies not only in the guttural depths but in the spectral nuances that evoke a profound sense of despair and transcendence. It's as if the vocalist is a conduit to the netherworld, channeling the primordial echoes of forgotten entities.
The symbiosis between the vocals and the instrumental symphony creates an atmosphere both chilling and sublime. Each track unfolds like a chapter in a forbidden grimoire, narrated by the otherworldly voice that seems to beckon listeners into the abyss. The juxtaposition of anguish and transcendence in the vocal delivery is nothing short of an auditory ritual, a communion with the cosmic void.
In "As The Wolves Gather," Forgotten Woods has woven a tapestry of sonic malevolence, and the vocals serve as the ethereal thread that binds the listener to the arcane narrative. It's an opus that transcends the mortal realm, leaving an indelible mark on the blackened canvas of the metal abyss.
As we bask in the shadows cast by these unholy hymns, let the vocals be the spectral guide that leads us deeper into the abyss, where forgotten echoes resonate eternally.
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Paganizer - Deadbanger
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| Missing Tracks |
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tracks 3, 4, 8 bad from Bandcamp (now the album has disappeared)
11-15: "Warlust" Unreleased MCD
16-20: "Stormfire" Demo 1998
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Impetigo - Ultimo Mondo Cannibale
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| Tracks 1, 2, 3 and 6, 7... Amazing Impetigo! |
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Track 1: "Maggots"
Whoa, starting off with a bang! "Maggots" hits like a rotten corpse falling off a slab. The guitar riffs are as chunky as a zombie's breakfast, and those guttural vocals? Pure death metal bliss. Perfect for headbanging, even if you've had a few too many.
Track 2: "Dis-Organ-Ized"
Ah, "Dis-Organ-Ized" – the perfect soundtrack for a drunken stumble through a graveyard. The tempo changes keep you on your toes, just like trying to walk in a straight line after one too many beers. The lyrics? Gruesome, of course! Classic Impetigo.
Track 3: "Intense Mortification"
Now we're talking! "Intense Mortification" is like a sonic slaughterhouse. The drumming is relentless, and those guitar solos? They cut through the air like a chainsaw through flesh. I might be drunk, but this song sobers me up with its intensity.
Track 6: "Bloody Pit of Horror"
"Bloody Pit of Horror" – the name says it all. This song feels like you're trapped in a grindhouse nightmare. The drum blasts hit like machine gun fire, and the guitars? They're like a swarm of angry wasps. I can almost smell the gore just listening to it.
Track 7: "Dear Uncle Creepy"
"Dear Uncle Creepy" slows it down a bit, but don't be fooled – it's still heavy as hell. The lyrics are like a love letter to all things creepy and macabre. It's the kind of song you sway to drunkenly, raising your beer in tribute to the horror gods.
In summary, Ultimo Mondo Cannibale is a gore-soaked masterpiece that's perfect for any metalhead with a taste for the macabre, especially when you're a bit tipsy. Each track is a gruesome delight, and if you're not headbanging by the end of it, you're probably already a zombie. Stay metal, stay drunk, and keep it gory! \m/
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Pungent Stench - Masters Of Moral Servants Of Sin
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| The album felt somewhat formulaic |
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As a die-hard fan of Pungent Stench, I approached "Masters Of Moral, Servants Of Sin" with high hopes, fueled by the anticipation of the band's trademark raw energy and dark humor. However, I must admit, the album left me somewhat underwhelmed.
While it undeniably carries the band's signature gritty sound and twisted lyrics, there seemed to be a certain spark missing. The tracks, while decent, lacked the ferocity and creativity that I had come to expect from Pungent Stench. The album felt somewhat formulaic, as if they were sticking too closely to their comfort zone without exploring new territories within their music.
That being said, there were moments of brilliance scattered throughout, reminding me of the band's undeniable talent. The visceral guitar riffs and guttural vocals still sent shivers down my spine, but these instances were unfortunately overshadowed by a sense of déjà vu.
In the grand scope of Pungent Stench's discography, "Masters Of Moral, Servants Of Sin" might not be their strongest offering. Die-hard fans like myself might find solace in a few tracks that echo the band's glory days, but overall, the album feels like a missed opportunity to push their boundaries and surprise their loyal fanbase.
In the end, my disappointment doesn't tarnish my unwavering admiration for the band; every artist has their peaks and valleys. Here's to hoping for a resurgence of the macabre brilliance that made me a die-hard fan in the first place in their future endeavors.
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Pungent Stench - Been Caught Buttering
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| Listening to it at a low volume is not acceptable |
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Oh guys, where do I even begin with Pungent Stench's "Been Caught Buttering"? It's like a drunken stumble through the dark alleys of metal, with a side order of morbid humor and a sprinkle of insanity.
Picture this: you're at a wild metal party, and someone hands you a rusty chainsaw instead of a beer. That's the kind of delightful madness "Been Caught Buttering" embodies. The album hits you like a sledgehammer made of giggles and gore.
From the very first riff, you're slapped in the face with riffs so heavy they could crush a tank, all wrapped up in lyrics that are as subtle as a brick to the face. The title track itself feels like a bizarre cooking show gone wrong, with lyrics that are as twisted as your grandma's sense of humor after a bottle of moonshine.
And oh, the album cover! It's like a Picasso painting on acid, with a touch of gore and a dash of absurdity. You can't help but stare at it, wondering if the artists were on something stronger than coffee when they drew it.
In summary, "Been Caught Buttering" is a metal masterpiece that's not for the faint-hearted. It's a drunken joyride through a carnival of chaos, a musical experience that'll leave you laughing, headbanging, and questioning your life choices – all at the same time. So grab a beer (or two, or three), crank up the volume, and let Pungent Stench take you on a wild, hilarious, and slightly disturbing ride you won't forget, even if you wanted to. Cheers to metal madness! \,,/
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