Album Rating: 4.5
damn that narration is creepy af
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Album Rating: 4.5
what’s even creepier is that’s the very last thing said on the album
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Album Rating: 5.0
This whole album is disturbing as fuck, the little paragraph written on the inside cover of the CD is extremely unsettling too :s
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Album Rating: 4.5
What does it say?
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Album Rating: 5.0
Lol it's a bit longer then I remembered, also cw for disturbing imagery, even by PxDx standards:
I am parked at the elementary school across from her house, listening to the rain pound against the roof of the car. I feel dislocated and ghost-like. I am a cadaver bored with its own funeral. The painkillers are making it difficult for me to concentrate. The streetlight to my left flickers for a few moments and then deserts me. Ash grey clouds seal off the sky, ensuring that God will not be able to see what I am about to do.
She lives in a small, one-story house on the corner with her mother, who works the graveyard shift at the hospital and won't be home for another four hours. Her sleek blue sedan sits crooked and lonely in the driveway. A bed of neglected roses wait patiently for the sunrise. Her bedroom glows gently like a firefly and I can see her sexless, heroin form moving behind the drawn curtains. She is animated and gesturing wildly with her left arm. Probably talking on the phone.
She used to make me think of beautiful things like waterfalls and wildflowers, deer frolicking in the snow. Now I can only think of autopsies and taxidermy, mummified Egyptian princesses. I remember how she used to shiver when I would toy with her nipple ring. I remember how she used to keep mouthwash by her bed, scared of her kisses tasting like cigarettes. I remember a white rabbit strung up between two trees, gutted and left to rot.
I start whisper-singing the Pixies "Debaser" to myself and glance over at the bolt cutters. They are lying on the floor in a puddle of congealed blood and bone splinters. Two of my left toes and all of my left fingers are piled in the open glove box. Seven digits, one for each day we've been apart. I take two more Vicodins and light up another cigarette. Then I wrap some fresh gauze around my hand. I reach over to the passengers seat and stroke the nine-millimeter lovingly, knowingly. I spent hours carefully scrawling her name onto the side of each bullet.
Tonight I am going to take Jennifer into my arms and love her into oblivion.
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Album Rating: 4.5
Holy. Fuck.
That’s... wow. Thank you for sharing that. I don’t know what to say. Pure poetry.
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Album Rating: 4.5
Poor Jennifer
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good bump. That’s dark. Great album
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Album Rating: 4.5
Jesus Christ, the fact it's so carefully and poetically written makes it even scarier
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Album Rating: 5.0
Wow, that's intense. Haha.
I like how accurately the specific reference to Debaser adds to it.
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Album Rating: 5.0
Thanks for posting that. I'd probably never known about it otherwise.
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Album Rating: 4.5
Tks2
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Album Rating: 5.0
My gut instinct says to 5 this... Honestly my only gripe at all in the album is that loud high pitched annoying sound at the end of Hyperviolet. Why does it have to go on for so long?
Either way, this album has an amazing ability of making me want to listen to it again as soon as it ends. I know album flow isn't a main trait of grindcore but it really works on this album.
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Album Rating: 4.5
yeah Pig Destroyer have this capability of making you want to listen to them again and again!
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Album Rating: 4.5
Do you guys reckon JR wrote that excerpt?
Gripping stuff, damn.
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Album Rating: 5.0
Yeah I'm pretty sure he did. He also wrote a whole short story to accompany Natasha/the 2 disc version of Terrifyer. Shit legitimately gave me nightmares...
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Album Rating: 4.5
This is the perfect ‘when you’ve had a bad day at work’ album.
Just headbang the frustration away m/
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Album Rating: 4.5
Oh god. I think the excerpt you shared for this album was enough to keep me up at night for several days to come. Do I even wanna know the Terrifyer excerpt?
Yeah Pleb m/ I know all about that life. Nothing better than some pd to get the anger and frustration out on the weights.
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Album Rating: 4.5
they writte pretty terrifying stuff. "Natasha" has a scary concept too, not to talk about the lyrics. jeez.
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Album Rating: 4.5
god i love this album.... and if the last 4 tracks don't do stuff for you idk what will...
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