AGORAPHOBIC NOSEBLEED
Frozen Corpse Stuffed With Dope |
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©2002 Relapse 1. (Intro) Engineering A Pill Frenzy 2. Bitch's Handbag Full Of Money 3. Unwashed Cock 4. Kill Theme For American Apeshit 5. Built To Grind 6. Crap Cannon 7. Razor Blades Under The Dashboard 8. Repercussions In The Life Of An. Opportunistic Pseudo Intellectual Jackass 9. Doctored Results 10. Cermonial Gasmask 11. Hang The Pope 12. Bovine Caligula 13. Machine Gun 14. Protection From Enemies 15. Dead Battery 16. Manual Trauma 17. Time Vs. Necessity 18. Blind Hatred Finds A Tit 19. Grandmother With AIDS 20. 5 Band Genetic Equalizer 2 21. Hungry Homeless Handjob 22. Chalking The Temporal God Module 23. Narcissistic Stimulant 24. North American Corpse Desecration 25. Cryogenic Husk 26. Shit Slit 27. Sword Swallower 28. Ceramic Godproduct 29. Ambulance Burning 30. 5 Band Genetic Equalizer 31. Drinking Games 32. Bullshit Gets Up And Walks Around 33. The Fatter You Fall Behind 34. Double Negative 35. Organ Donor 36. Someone's Daughter 37. Contaminated Drug Supply 38. Fuckmaker |
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Personally, I'd like to see Agoraphobic Nosebleed become Avril Lavigne's backing band. Within mere seconds, the outpouring of caustic mayhem and pure grinding hell would obliterate her mere mortal form into a pus-ridden lifeless sack. And yes, it would definitely improve her stage presence. But that's probably also where the true positive value of Agoraphobic Nosebleed would end. This four piece outfit is the result of men having a bit too much fun with a drum machine. Agoraphobic Nosebleed specializes in some of the most intense, violent and forceful blasts of noise you're going to find anywhere. In fact, they make most grind bands sound like Gamma Ray clones. Frozen Corpse Stuffed With Dope features thirty-eight songs in approximately a half hour's time. The majority of these "songs" last much less than a minute. In fact, the few that venture over the minute mark might as well be called epics on par with "Supper's Ready". Each "song" (the term being used with great dubious intent) is essentially a drum machine set on its fastest settings and guitars blasting away as fast as possible. Over top the din is some crazed man shouting and hollering out some of the most misanthropic, misyognistic, hateful, intolerant lyrics you may ever come across. But the lyrics read a bit like Zen poetry in their themes: "You monkey green prick, I'd bet you'd eat a big bowl of asshole/Blowing your nose in a shit slit" (from the charming "Shit Slit"). One hopes that the sentiments of the lyrics are nothing more than an extremely over the top approach to tongue in cheek humor. To a large degree, they come across as either juvenile or the rants of a truly deranged human being. Sensitive people and politically correct types might want to consider other lyric sheets for reading material. Frozen Corpse Stuffed With Dope is obstensibly extremity for the sake of pure extremity. Since so many of the songs sound almost identical, much of the album's duration is spent in a blur of out of control drum machine assaults and guitar blasts. It'll probably leave many with slacking jaws, but most certainly vicious headaches. I'll just mark this as a weird curiosity. Review by John Chedsey Review date: 07/2003 |
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