Raped by Pigs - Gushing Orgasms 2
You want to have a real good time? Pick up this Raped by Pigs, drive over to the local Wal-Mart or town megastore, park near the entrance, crank this shit up, now laugh your ass off watching the elderly, the obese, white trash, the handicapped, soccer moms… just about any faction of people look funny going about their business to this album. That’s just one of several possibilities. You could throw on headphones and do a mall-walk, visit a nursing home, go to a funeral, etc. The point being life’s banality is a lot more humorous with Gushing Orgasms 2 as the score. That’s because this Peruvian Death squad specialize in ridiculously guttural slam. Slam so over-the-top it’s borderline comical. Inhumanly brutal pig grunts escort a brute bevy of snapneck breakdowns —yes, I said breakdowns, faggot— and full-speed blast. This isn’t for the intellectual hipster type with a blog about yogurt cultures. This is for the guy who scratches his ass, then immediately sniffs his fingers… and fucking loves the stench! Every song is so rhythmically bombastic, so dementedly dynamic, so barbarically unapologetic, and so insanely heavy that I’m not sure how any male with a functional ballbag could resist some type of bodily movement upon hearing it. Even if all he knows is the Pick Up Change. Oink, motherfucker, oink! I don’t know what more you could possibly ask for from music that isn’t depressing. Get off your high horses and hit the dancefloor, squares. Go guttural or go home.
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