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by Cannabis Corpse / Ghoul

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EklektikTrip Split, 2 Titres pour chacun.
L'un, Brutal Death, dans les règles de l'Art, avec concept/thématique :
le Cannabis... comme l'indique leur nom. lol
C'est sur ce point seul qu'ils se démarquent, car techniquement, comme je disais plus haut, ils sont efficaces et lourds mais véloces, alternant leurs maîtrises rythmiques avec brio, avec de rares solos.
Quant à Ghoul, une découverte... Trash basique, plusieurs voix, jouant davantage aux "guitar-hero" de service.
Efficaces, certes mais j'accroche pas. Favorite track: Shatter Their Bongs.
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S810 I didn't think it was possible, but my boner is both terrified and extremely excited at the same time. Is there such a thing as a terror boner? If there is, these two magnificent bands together with give you the biggest terror boner of all. Favorite track: Inner Sanctum.
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D DEM RIFFS, MAN! THEY TOO GOOD! Favorite track: Shatter Their Bongs.
Daniel Baker
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Daniel Baker Heavy music, terribly funny. I'm long past the point of considering Cannabis Corpse a "joke" band. Surprisingly enough, they're also not stoner band, which I never have been able to get into.

Also, the Ghoul part of the split is seriously awesome, too. Favorite track: The Inhalation Plague.
Trevar Wilson
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Trevar Wilson My favorite song on an awesome split, totally Ripping Deaththrash for morbid minds by Ghoul, can't wait to tune in to the next full length of Creepsylvanian madness, will be waiting in the outer limits... Favorite track: Inner Sanctum.
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THE INHALATION PLAGUE It was the moment that I first heard the sirens And saw the panicked news reporters on my TV screen I got the feeling that this was more than terrorists But theres no way I could've known how fucked up things would be THE INHALATION PLAGUE I heard reports of a green toxic vapor Spreading from a growhouse burning down in east L.A A lethal mix of T.H.C and bathsalts Once inhaled would drive its victims to hurt others than themselves THE INHALATION PLAGUE I had no time to panic This cloud of death It would soon be here Billowing reefer beyond my darkest fears I felt lightheaded and then a little woozy A burning in my nostrils like I'd never felt before I knew this symptom was the first sign of exposure My coughing would not stop as I rubbed at bloodshot eyes My hair began falling out It fell in clumps lightly to the floor I was so high I stopped even trying to think The mental doorway in my mind gave away Bloodcurdling visions of pain and death An overwhelming urge taking over my thoughts We must shed blood to please the reefer gods No longer in control I limped strangely out of my front door I went outside Tonight someone I know will DIE! I paid no heed to the chaos all around me Explosions rumbled in the distance but I did not care A brick that was lying in some rubble smashed a neighbor’s window out so I could get inside I knew the family was hiding in the basement They would be a sacrifice to my new master now so with a steak knife I stole out of there kitchen I SLICED THEIR FUCKING THROATS!
SHATTER THEIR BONGS Writhing in his own filth Mumbling strange phrases Spoken with foul words used by the ancient ones His mind is a blank void Brain cells have been destroyed He’s confined to his cell and completely insane On the wall of his cell Drawings smeared in his own shit His mindless rambling Keeps repeating the same thing There’s no time! We must shatter their bongs! We must shatter their bongs! We must shatter their bongs OR I’M GOING TO DIE! SOLO ( BRENT ) Patient: 9833463 Has spent his whole life in cell block 420 A pale shell of a former stoner Doomed to die! Experiments have twisted his brain in this hospital for the mentally deranged He’s addicted to hi-grade potent weed eternally Then one night it happened No one could explain How so many people were never seen again They searched the whole building But could find no trace of anyone who had been in that place Psychic detectives used their gifts to try and find some clues When they relived their deaths They screamed as they gouged out their eyes There’s no time! We must shatter their bongs! We must shatter their bongs! We must shatter their bongs OR I’M GOING TO DIE!
Welcome, little children At play among the tombs A trail of treats will lead you Into candy covered rooms Granite pestles crush their tiny pelvises to dust Smashing with unholy lust You and your burnout friends Were suckered by the witch's tale Caves replete with the devil's leaf And a map for sale So, to the catacombs With plunder as your goal Stumble bums, trap door sprung, You were knocked out cold Welcome, lonely traveler Engaged in self-abuse Your love of iron maidens Will be put to grisly use Piercing shrieks of torture from behind a metal mask Blood collects in oaken casks You hear a muffled scream Through a freshly mortared crypt Slimy tendrils coat the walls Where the coffin juices drip A filthy denim vest You find abandoned on the chamber floor Mortal fear; your blood runs cold At the sound of the creaking door The screams of your friends echo from afar Panicked, you race through the torch-lit halls Into the abattoir Kill! Kill! Kill! You fall to your knees In the human debris And we chortle at your feeble cries You kick and you scream As you're dragged 'cross the floor No mercy, no pity, you're destined to die In our inner sanctum Chained to the floor of a catacomb cell In our inner sanctum You will be wracked with the tortures of Hell In our inner sanctum Tears stream from your bloodshot eyes In our inner sanctum Die!
Spill Your Guts Screaming as the torch is lit The muscles seize as hooks are thrust Into your writhing torso twisting Metal up your fucking butt Spill your guts! Spill your fucking guts! Veiny ropes of innards dripping Shit and blood from jagged cuts Are ripping with a nauseating Racket as I spill your guts Gnawing at your stomach In the offal splattered dirt Sopping up the drippings With your Iron Reagan shirt Sneakers stolen and your vest is Tattered where your ribcage juts From under ravaged flesh now aren't you Happy that your spilled your guts?


released January 7, 2014


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