"Egad! Mom the rats are back again!" Storm into the room to find rats gnawing on my kids
I bash them with a broom, the rodents scamper off
Load up the bloody kids then we take off at top speed
Now it's war
I dropped the kids off at my mom's
Off to the hardware store to grab the poison and bait traps
I'm so pissed off
I'll kill these little shits
Placing snapping death at the base of the wall
For every one I kill four more take its place
They reproduce at an alarming rate
Throw up my hands "My house is infested!"
Pellets of shit line the base of the wall
Now something's weird
They're moving all at once
Stuck inside the wall in between two planks
They're there for sure
I can hear them squeak
Plus their urine leaking at the base of the wall
The wall gives way exposing a soggy mass rolling out onto the kitchen floor
It's a myriad of rats attached at the tail that are all fucking and pissing and..."OH GAWD!!"
My shriek sends the mass scurrying into my room and under my bed
I head to the garage to fetch the gas can pouring a trail from my room out into the street, light a cigarette and ignite my rat infested home into flames
An outstanding Extreme doom death album, in the best tradition. The funerary atmosphere reminds of Evoken ('Centuries of ooze" bears striking similarities, for my delight). It is overall sharp, dark, hypnotic and unrelenting. One of those rare convincing new bands that hold proud the legacy of the biggest names. Bertrand Marchal
Deaf Club eschew their usual harsh grind MO for moodier textures on this Killing Joke cover, benefiting Fair Fight through 1/4/2021. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 22, 2020