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lyrics
What the fuck is up bitch. The year is 4069, and marijuana has gone extinct once again. The earth, ravaged by nuclear war, cannot sustain the crop. NASA has called upon their smartest and most handsome astronaut to travel to the planet Jupiter and plant the last 10 cannabis seeds in existence, because that’s why they call it a “Gas Giant”. This will be the most dangerous and treacherous journey man has ever embarked upon, so we have equipped you with the most advanced equipment known to man.
You will find your spacesuit has a built in bong for ultimate weed ripping capabilities. The spacesuit also comes with a jetpack, oxygen filter, and pressurized helmet. There are no bathrooms, so you will be provided a thousand diapers to contain your pee pee, poo poo and diarrhea.
Our satellites have shown definite signs of life on the planets surface. These aliens will try to kill you, so you must make peace with them. We will send you with the last pound of weed known to man, you will give this to the aliens as an offering to their altar. The idol they worship is a massive bong made entirely of flesh and gore. A total cacophony of death stench known only as the Intergalactic Gorebong of Deathpot.
If you notice your IQ start to drop, don’t be alarmed, this is normal. The planet Jupiter has always been known to make people stupider. Unfortunately there is nothing we can do about this and you will just have to live with it. Just be thankful we didn’t send you to Venus.
As the humans of earth await your return, all fate hangs in the balance. The cosmic balance of the universe must be restored. You are the earths last hope. The fate of mankind rests in your hands.
You must save the world again, by smoking weed again.
The perfect mix of (old school) death thrash and (modern) slam death. With a great sense for groove and impressive amount of variation. I'll keep an eye on these guys - especially on their other profile where this is a little cheaper and new stuff is available. mourner
Le premier EeeaaarrK ! de l'album m'a convaincu. On peut pas entamer un album au chant comme ça et ensuite plus rien. Bah justement non, après, y a pas plus rien !
Bon attention, là faut maîtriser la double négation les ami.es.
Bref, un disque qui te promène dans un park d'attraction, où chaque attraction a pour but de te dévisser les os du squelette. gregory duveau
The Los Angeles outfit, led by Keir Gilchrist of "Atypical" fame, barrel through six molten-hot death-metal tracks with reckless abandon. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 29, 2020
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