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Cesspool of Vermin
« Beastial Necrophilia »
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1 | Parasitism
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| 2 | Throatfucked by the Incestuous
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| 3 | Swirling Carnivorous Mass
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| 4 | Beastial Necrophilia
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| 5 | Formaldehyde Fuckbag
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| 6 | Puncturing Paraplegic Pussy
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| 7 | Ingesting Viral Secretions
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| 8 | Sodomizing the Elderly
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| 9 | Vomit Forth the Unborn |
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Derek Haymore - Guitar/Bass
Jay Barnes - Vocals
Jordan Varela - Drums |
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Label: Sevared Records
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by Bob Moore at Sound Lab Studios Columbia, SC
between July 12th & September 7th 2008
Produced by Cesspool of Vermin
Album Artwork & Layout by Phlegeton Art Studio |
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| 1. Parasitism
A silent predator lurks beneath my own skin. Multiplying into legions so, that it may control. Growing in strength. Mass invasion. Infecting to dominate. Inching closer every day, to breaking my will. Born with it running through my veins. Condemned at birth to be, eaten from within |
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Разрешите представить - США, Северная Каролина, группа «Cesspool Of Vermin» (выгребная яма паразитов, вот так вот). «Звериная некрофилия!» - под таким жизнеутверждающим лозунгом эта американская яма с глистами создаёт альбом в 2008 году. Слова подкрепляются недвусмысленной обложкой – в грязном бараке существо, напоминающее волосатую свинью, с понятной целью пытается вскарабкаться на блондинистую человеческую самку в кружевных чулках, а тем временем вторая тварь… Не будем об этом. В музыкальном плане коллектив представил нам следующее. 33 минуты среднескоростного «мяса». Бифштекс этот не может похвастаться обильной жировой плёнкой или поджаристой канцерогенной корочкой, скорее его можно отнести к более диетическому виду – исполнение довольно сухое, строго-чёткое, не переходящее невидимые грани полного безумия. Ясная ритм-секция, сдержанные гитарные партии, иногда проскальзывающие мини-соло; вкусные, аккуратные басы, мягкое стрекотание бас-бочки, хаотичные или мощно долбящие бласт-биты. С разнообразием дело чуть сложнее: сказать, что альбом наполнен красивыми риффами и служит примером отличного построения песен – значить погрешить против истины. Однако определённый напор, кач (совсем даже неплохой!), мрачную атмосферу нельзя не заметить. Создатели таки не устояли перед искушением привнести посторонние элементы – есть парочка вставок в виде отдельных слов и уже набивших оскомину в подобных вещах охов-вздохов псевдо-эротического характера. К счастью, этого не настолько много, что бы вызвать явное раздражение. Немного расстраивает вокал, точнее гипотетический текст – впечатление, что большую часть времени в микрофон отрывисто выбулькивается одно-единственное слово. Но если напрячься и абстрагироваться от монотонного голоса, то в целом вполне удачная пластинка. После первой песни моё мнение было довольно скептическим, а ближе к концу я стал осознавать, что чем больше вслушиваюсь – тем больше нравится. Субъективное мнение, но кажется, что ближе к концу идут более интересные и энергичные песни. 7 баллов, продолжайте в том же духе. |
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«Хотел бы я быть этой свиньей, о да!» - так и срывается с губ, лишь только завидишь прекрасную работу творцов из “Phlegeton Art Studio”, украшающую диск американских брутальщиков. «Да и собачке тоже повезло», - следующая мысль не заставляет себя долго ждать. Поистине гипнотический эффект производит картинка, даже о музыке как-то забываешь. Но проходит некоторое время, и диск таки вставлен в считывающее устройство. Первое, на что обращаешь внимание – вокал. К сожалению, не все в нем так, как хотелось бы. Нет, по части утробности и гуттуральности тут все пучком, но вот о таком аспекте, как членораздельность лучше и не вспоминать. Сначала я, ничего не подозревающий, раскрыл буклет в предвкушении получасового слежения глазами за текстом параллельно прослушиванию музыки… но нет. Уже при первых рычаще-булькающих звуках понимаешь: вокал тут сам по себе. Набор нечленораздельных и часто монотонных звуков, никоим образом не пересекающихся с тем, что написано в буклете. А написано там много всяких интересностей: в красочной прозаичной форме подробно передаются прелести инцеста, радости некрофильских будней, жизнь пожираемых изнутри бомжей, особо изощренные формы аборта и так далее. А текст заглавной композиции так и вовсе один из самых извращенных, что мне приходилось видеть. Другого ожидать и не приходится: у автора текстов (по совместительству вокалиста) фамилия Бэрнс, а это, сами понимаете, обязывает. Кстати, занятный фактик: в буклете один текст напечатан два раза (не так и удивительно, принимая во внимание то, что они и слово «bestial» с ошибкой пишут). С собственно музыкой ситуация почти как с вокалом: вроде бы все нормально, но есть несколько «но». Во-первых, категорическое преобладание среднего темпа синтезируется с нежеланием играть разнообразно. Все методы создания кача и эффекта едущего катка ни разу не выходят за рамки избитых шаблонов и под конец альбома почти успевают надоесть (спасают несколько понатыканных тут и там быстрых моментов). Плюс ко всему, на «Beastial Necrophilia» нет ни единого соло, а ведь так порой хочется услышать техничный гитарный переливчик, хоть на несколько секунд шустро воспаряющий над поступательными риффами. Зато нет никаких претензий к басу – его слышно хорошо. За ударными обосновался Джордан Варела – человек, проливший не одно ведро пота на ниве брутал-дэта. В его таланте сомневаться не приходиться: множество сбивок, равномерное задействование всей установки, но (ох уж мне эти «но»!) вот звук… Ударные звучат тихо, скромно и нежно: ни тебе тарелочек, колотящих по мозгам, ни бас-бочки, сотрясающей все нутро. Поэтому лозунг группы, «Only for the Brutal», смотрится чуть-чуть не к месту – можно куда более брутально. Хотя, музыка всякая нужна, и существование CESSPOOL OF VERMIN полностью оправдано, почему бы и нет? Вкупе все это дело похоже на сплав качевой ипостаси группы LIVIDITY и облегченных в сто крат DEVOURMENT – то бишь вполне съедобно. Нормальный релиз, не предлагающий слушателю ничего нового. Тем не менее, диск теперь стоит на самом видном месте, «лицом» обращенный ко всякому, входящему в комнату, хе-хе. |
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2. Throatfucked by the Incestuous
I can feel you licking at my cock. You filthy little slut. Slip into my room at night and try to lick upon my dick. My little sister's fetish is to take my load all in her mouth. I wake up in the morning to find my boxers down around my feet. Am I dreaming? Is this real? There is no way that this is true. I've been deepthroated by my sister. I think I like it. I'm not sure. Could I be as sick as her? Tonight I will be waiting for her. Late at night I see her shadow on my wall. I feel the warm touch of her hand on my balls. She jerks me off while she licks the length of my shaft. My cock it throbs as I blow a nut deep down her throat. Now she knows that I'm awake. I see the smile upon her face. My cum is dripping from her mouth. She starts to give me head again. I grab her head with both hands, pushing my meat deeper in. Thrusting in with all my might. Feel her teeth scrape against my cock. There is no pleasure without pain. She is gagging but will not stop. She gives head better than my girlfriend. I blow my load all over her face. Sucking on my sack, biting on my dick, swallow all my spunk. I smell my jizz on her breath. Pulling on her hair, plunging to the hilt, coating the back of her throat, spank my dick on her face. She takes it like a pro, she does not miss a drop, her tongue wrapped around my cock. Pleasure from my sister. Our parents are unaware. A secret no one knows. Oral sex from my sister. I cannot get enough.
3. Swirling Carnivorous Mass
Down on my luck and without a chance. A piece of human waste. Drinking till I feel no more pain. I have condemned my life. Find my next meal in the garbage. I live from day to day. Gulping 100 proof just like it was water. I pass out in the trash. Drifting off to unconsciousness. The pain of life I no longer feel. Cover myself in the city's filth, hopefully I won't freeze to death. Take another shot of liquor. It washes my cares away. Lying face up in an alley. I puke upon myself. I stumble and fall into a dumpster. I black out once again. The scent of vomit entices rodents. I have become their very next meal. Ripping, tearing, slashing, biting. Feel their teeth deep in my skin. Chewing, gnawing, scratching, consuming. Feel them crawling in my body. Feel them feeding on my nutsack. I'm just so drunk I cannot move. Eating my fingertips straight to the bone. A feast for the vermin I have now become. Deep in my flesh they are nesting and crawling. Now on my face they have begun to start swarming. Feel myself being eaten from the inside out. My cock is now hanging from a partially eaten piece of skin. My face is erased by the teeth of the rodents. My lips have been eaten. The blood is now pouring. Covered up in the trash. This will become my grave. My ears have been chewed clean off. I have been disfigured for life. Deep in my flesh they are nesting and crawling. Now on my face they have begun to start swarming. Feel myself being eaten from the inside out. My cock is now hanging from a partially eaten piece of skin. Ingesting my flesh and bone. Tear a hole to my intestines. I have been raped by the rats. Lying in my own blood, my clothes are filled with holes, left to die under the trash. Eaten on all night. I am hanging on to life. My brain is now screaming in pain. Awakening from my drunk. The realization begins to set in. I have been eaten alive. Facial features are disfigured. My genitalia has been eaten. A bloody stump is all that is left.
4. Beastial Necrophilia
Decomposing stench of rotted meat. My cock now begins to get hard. Penetrating rigor mortis ass. Puss dripping from my sack. Break the K-9's back. Fingering it's hole. It's legs are now open wide, my dick is now inside, pounding out it's bung. Now the skin begins to tear as maggots chew on sores. Now my mouth, it starts to water, as my tongue begins to probe. Jerking on my rigid cock, my hand is lubed with puss. Bathing in the K-9's feces, I finally blow my load. Fucking, sucking, thrusting, punching, groping, raping, tasting, feeling. Fucking, sucking, thrusting, punching, groping, raping, tasting, feeling. Licking on it's festering nipples, just like a dog in heat. The milky fluids flowing. I will begin my feast. Feel my sack begin to tingle, I blow a second nut. The fleas, they drown in semen as I pull out her pups. Spitting on it's rancid orfice, to get it wet once more. I pull the tail aside and start to fuck again. Fingering it's rotting asshole, my face is sprayed with shit. I rub my dick between it's teeth. My soul is now in bliss. Lust of Decay now is growing. Arousal of my inner demons. Found on asphalt dead and broken. Pull the ticks off my own nutsack. How I love to inhale the wretched stench. Rip it's legs apart and plant my seed. Feel my manhood pulsing deep within. Pull the ben wa balls out one by one. Spray my load across the dog's rotted teeth. Hear the bones cracking with every thrust.
5. Formaldehyde Fuckbag
Trusted with your loved ones remains, before they're taken to the grave. The hunger grows inside me. My loins burn as if they're on fire. Excitement builds within me. In moments I'll be in her. Insert a light bulb to make her warm, wet and juicy. Staring into the eyes of the dead, the cold blank gaze makes me erect. Longing to caress her flesh, I pull the sheets back and start to molest. Biting and gnawing on her swollen clit. The vile smell entices me to stick my finger in. Licking and sucking the rancid cooze from my fingertips brings me to orgasmic convulsions. Playing with her organs as I slam her twat with no mercy. Total disregard for your loved ones naked body. Prying the jaw open so I can thrust my cock inside, her throat engulfs my dong as I bust my nut. Re-enter her from behind, as my scalpel removes her eyes. In her sockets I plant my seed. Spraying my piss on her face. Take my hand and shove it in, extracting intestines from within. Smear my rod with shit and blood, as I finger her dripping cunt. Gorging on blackened ovaries. Eating out the rotten cavity. Jerk my dick with her dead hand. Pull my tongue from her anus, sucking feces from intestines. Spraying my jizz on the cold slab. Cum, it drips from every orifice. Regurgitate her encrusted labia. Now you are no more use to me. I have fulfilled my craving. Throw you into a casket like a dirty cumrag. It's time to get another cold body from the freezer. One more bitch that can't say no. That puts a smile on my face.
6. Puncturing Paraplegic Pussy
Slapped from wheelchair. Paralyzed beauty. Beaten senseless. Choked unconscious. Tear off panties. Rip her bra off. Spread her limp legs. Penetration. Slide my knife across her pussy. Make incisions for lubrication. Pick up wheelchair, bash her head in. Making sure she does not revive. Take my cock and slap her clit, making her cunt even wetter. Pummeling your face with my fist as you start to reawaken. Take my time to admire what I've done. There is no reason to tie you up because you can't run away. Now I will have my way with you. Plunge my meat into your stankhole, then shove it into your awaiting mouth. You are a punching bag for my cock. You are not worth the skin you are printed on. Entrapped by my morbid fetish. See the fear growing deep in your eyes. Try to escape but you can't move. There is nothing that can save you as you lie there helplessly. You watch in horror as I slowly spread your legs. You cry out in anguish but no one hears your screams. Your body is mine to play with. I'll do as I please. My nerves tingle with excitement as I see my jizz on your face. You're trapped in this nightmare and there's no escape. A human pin cushion for my voracious needs. Just take my cock like a whore and you will not get beat. Leave you lying in a pool of cum. It's not like you can just walk away. You cannot open your eyes because they're glued shut by my spunk. You've been trapped over a week, nothing to eat but my seed. No remorse for what I've done. I prey upon the paralyzed. You see no care in my eyes. Wishing you could just die. Put you back in your wheelchair. Now it's time to start again.
7. Ingesting Viral Secretions
Looking for the first cum drunk whore that will let me taste it. I've spotted a potential victim, a true slut if I've ever seen one. Sucking on a cigarette, Pabst Blue Ribbon is in hand. Licking your lips just like a whore. A cum dumpster for me to spew in. Listening to you talking your shit. Next thing I know you're on my dick. Open your mouth, I stick it in, you take it all. I drop my load, you smile at me with black tooth grin. Backhand you to the floor. Ripping your panties off. Stick my face between your legs, never mind the razor burn. Slide my lips across your sores. Inhale your foulness. Gargling your vaginal discharge. The lice are crawling. Your slime, it seeps from my lips. Engorging blood clots. Infection will be setting in. Viral vomit explodes. Crack your skull with my beer bottle. Leave your body behind the dumpster. Wipe my mouth with your panties. Cover you up in the garbage. Left for the rodents to devour. I shall return tomorrow, slap the roaches from your mouth, pulling rats from your pussy, purge your stankhole with my tongue. Fucking the holes that were made by the vermin. Blasting my wad deep down your throat. Paste the larvae to the roof of your mouth. You feel better than you did yesterday. Cold and stiff, just the way I like it. Push the broken bottle straight up your twat, a dead cumrag for my cock. Put my cigarette out on your ass, the burning of flesh warms my soul. Spitting out flies, vomiting forth decrepit rot. Rubbing your clit as the rats chew on your tits. Time to bury her back under the trash where she belongs.
8. Sodomizing the Elderly
Cruising around the supermarket. Searching for a potential victim. Looking for my aging beauty. Now I think I've finally found her. My centerfold with silver hair. Longing for her varicose veins. My cock now stands at attention. Grab her tits and slam her down. Rip the Depends off and shove it in. Screaming like a bitch in heat. I slap her dentures out with my meat. Slam it deep in her crusted hole. Blood it spews from hemorrhoids. Balls deep in ancient ass. Knocking the dust off the wrinkled cunt. Use her walking cane as a sex toy. Blow my load in her hair. Use my spunk as denture cream. Fondling her sagging breasts. Forcing her to gum my rod. Your grandma is now my sex slave. Drink my piss as if it were prune juice. Beaten with her cane until she worships my manhood. Take my cock like you would an enema. Tongue the ex-lax from her ass. Slap my cum right from her mouth. Stuff my nutsack in her jaw. Watch the jizz drip from her hole. Pull my fist out of her cunt. Yank her hair out by the roots. Her screams of pain make me erect. Suck the feces from my shaft. Her asshole is swollen from my abuse. Bludgeoned with her walking stick. Take my time no need to rush. Pound her anus into dust. Engulf my dick, push it all in. Choke on my seed. Puke on my balls. Begging for her life. There's no end in sight. Bury my meat in her ass. One more time before she dies. Now my work is done. Left naked and exposed. Leave her body behind for her family to find.
9. Vomit Forth the Unborn
Enraged by your disgrace. Time to pay for your mistake. She shall taste my vengeance. I'm void of love, nothing but hate. My mind is now broken. Feel the vile run through my veins. Time to take your last breath. Silence your life with my bare hands. You're pregnant but it's not mine. Used me like trash and threw me away. Pleading for your unborn. All your cries fall on deaf ears. Begging for forgiveness, all your words mean nothing to me. Abortion with a ball bat. Crushing the child inside your womb. Blood erupts from your cunt. Fetal remains burst inside. See her infant on the floor, as I choke her with the umbilical cord. Child is smashed like a bug. No one to blame but yourself. Vomit Forth the Unborn! Vomit Forth the Unborn! Cradle what's left in your arms. Now it's her turn to feel my wrath. Smash her head repeatedly. Thrown into a shallow grave, so that the animals may find and consume. Burn what's left with gasoline. Stripping the flesh from their own decaying bones. Thinking back on what I've done, I don't give a damn. I would do it again. Erasing the memory of your face. I've washed it away with your child's very life.