FEED THE CORPSES TO THE PIGS

 

Origen: E.E.U.U., Albuquerque

Formados: 2019

Estilo: Black, death, thrash

Temática: ?

Enlaces: Bandcamp, deezer, facebook, Feed the corpses to the pigs, instagram, soundcloud, spotify y youtube

Miembros: 

• B. Dierker Guitarra
• E. Perea Bateria y voces
• L. Boron Bajo y voces
• S. Fink Bajo, guitarra y voces

Discografía:

• Anthology EP 2019  
• This Insidious Horror CD 2021

THIS INSIDIOUS HORROR (2021)

Primer álbum de estudio para esta banda estadounidense que aúna en sus sonido elementos de estilos como el death, el black o el thrash de forma bastante coherente, sonando  concisos y directos pero con una variedad intrínseca gestionada perfectamente. Un trabajo por otra parte capaz de ofrecer diferentes estilos de metal extremo, siempre con un ojo puesto en elementos que pueden recordar al death más clásico dentro de la escena estadounidense que aflora en forma de sonidos densos y pesados que sin embargo son capaces de relajar carga de densidad con la perfecta inclusión de secciones que tanto se mueven con soltura por el back metal como por el thrash. Un álbum que comienza de manera bastante directa en mucho aspecto, pero sobre todo sabiendo ofrecer secciones de death metal bastante bien ejecutadas que como elemento diferenciador ofrece también un groove bien trabajado en todos estos temas. Con el avance del álbum el oyente se va topando con un esfuerzo digno por parte de la banda de ir incorporando secciones más black con una mayor presencia de blast-beats y también con un mayor número de inspirados riffs con secciones de thrash clásico. Feed the Corpses to the Pigs sabe ofrecer en este primer trabajo una interesante variedad de estilo combinados de manera bastante acertada, sabiendo por un lado sumergir al oyente en un álbum entretenido de escuchar por la variedad de registros que entrega, al tiempo que por otra parte sabe recoger los elementos más afines de géneros como el black, el death o el thrash y usarlos para construir un álbum que encuentra en esta variedad su punto fuerte. (8,3).

Horror Pain Gore Death Productions

1. Separate 02:52

  VERSE

Black hands scour the earth

Probing for weakness in man

Mortals isolated alone and in fear

Want salvation in death

CHORUS

Take my hand

As we jump off of this cliff

Crash into the rocks below

An ending to a life so hollow

Take my hand

And we’ll leave your mortal life

Separate the flesh from bone

And go to our eternal home

VERSE

I am the Lord of Suicide

Collecting lost and broken souls

Ancient wings carry us into flames

And I’ll keep you all to myself

CHORUS

BRIDGE

I want your grief, terror, and sadness

I eat your pain, despair, and madness

I said jump I said jump I said jump I said…

Jump! Surrender and Jump!

CHORUS

BRIDGE

I said jump. I said jump. I said jump. I said jump. Jump.

2. Ghost of Winter 02:29

   VERSE

I’m the horned god; half goat/demon

Shat out from this Christ child’s season

Force of evil bespoke by heathens

Leave your children broke and bleeding

CHORUS

Pray to be saved

Pray to be spared

Pray to be saved

Wahhhhgghhhh!

VERSE

No gifts will geld ghost of winter

Thrash of thorns won’t slake my temper

Too late to change deviant behavior

Petulant children beaten and tortured

CHORUS

Pray to be saved

Pray to be spared

Pray to be saved

But there will be no trace…

OUTRO

…because I’ll eat your fucking face!

3. Jesus Is My Respirator 02:39

  VERSE

Don’t let the plague

Deny our faith

We will still gather

And add to the horror

CHORUS

I’m sick You’re sick We’re sick Give no fucks

Jesus is my respirator

I die You die We die Give no fucks

Jesus is not going to save you

I’m sick You’re sick We’re sick Give no fucks

Jesus is my ventilator

VERSE

Freedom of speech

Trumps your life

Come to our sermons

And join in the strife

CHORUS

OUTRO

The end goal is to bring the end of life

The end goal is to bring the end

We all be in heaven when everyone left is dead

4. The Death of Expertise 03:18

VERSE If your worldview comes from Social Media then there is something is seriously fucked up. Turn off that bullshit; the time to change is now. Our brains are ensnared in feedback loops Fake news data points are connected by shit Manipulating user opinion is profit driven Aggregated clickbait designed to garner reaction CHORUS Control… Complete… And the groups all want to share this nonsense And the racist fucks they cheer for violence And they laugh as they all spread this madness Every word that they read is a word they believe BRIDGE The death of expertise. All that you can eat. The death of expertise. Knowledge on retreat. VERSE Terrorist groups work by isolating members from their family and friends. How many have friends have you lost to your “new ideas”? Let’s go! Stockpiles of data are weaponized against us Algorithms fuel a conspiracy darkness Propaganda engine feeds addictive information Then the Orwellian forces utilize this schism CHORUS BRIDGE The death of expertise. All that you can eat. The death of expertise. Knowledge on retreat. CHORUS Control… Complete… And the groups all want to share this nonsense And the racist fucks they cheer for violence And they laugh as they all spread this madness Every word that they read is a word they believe… now stops  

5. Trapped Spirit 02:50

  Verse

Bound to this place

I’ve lived here for many years

A new family has come

And I float down the stairs

Chorus

Why? Why can’t you hear? My untold agony.

Wish for redress. My dream to be seen and…

Why? Why can’t you hear? Living mythology.

Hope for resolve. My sanguine homily.

Verse

A murder unsolved

This victim is still in fear

Because my remains still are

Buried under the stairs

Chorus

Why? Why can’t you hear? My untold agony. A wish for redress. My dream to be seen and…

No, no need to fear. I want to move on. Away from this place, into the arms of grace

Why? Why can’t you hear? My untold agony. A wish for redress. My dream to be seen and…

No, no need to fear. I want to move on. Away from this place, into the arms of grace.

6. I Drink Myself to Death 04:04

Intro I drink myself to death / Drink ‘til nothings left / I drink myself to death / Drink ‘til nothings… left! Verse Where am I at? Don’t know just where I woke up. My stomach recoils. I swallow down the throw up. I’m missing again. My wife calls all of my friends. But I need a drink. Before I go home again. Chorus Drink some more / One more pour / I am passed out on the bathroom floor Knew I swore / Drink no more / Need some more to stop this fucking shaking! (2nd time) Is that the sound of your heart breaking? Verse Drawn to the bar. It calls out to my weakness. Order a drink. To drown down all this sadness. It’s not your fault, I had no backup plan. Insufferable drunk, but drinking’s who I am. Chorus Transition Outro I drink myself to death Drink ‘til nothings left I drink myself to death Drink ‘cause you have left *spoken word* You must have been there It’s where you kept all your things But the house is now empty And would always be 

7. The Ocean Sings of Murder 04:35

CHORUS I am the ocean. Thirsting for blood. I am the ocean. Blood of the earth. VERSE I can hear the voices No one thinks they’re real. Fuck! It trills its words to me The ocean sings of murdering BRIDGE You’ll swim no more Don’t breach the shore Whorls of currents are never yours The seafoam breaks On lives we take The rich red blood helps corals create VERSE How then can I reply? To this aquatic anomaly! Can I resist the call? A woman who has never killed BRIDGE CHORUS I am the ocean. Thirsting for blood. I am the ocean. Blood of the earth. I am the ocean. I hear the call. I am the ocean. I hear the call. 

8. Out of Sync 01:52

   Verse

Not… prone to violence

Not… prone to slaughter

But… I put the child… onto the altar!

Not… fond of groups

Not… for assault

But… I’m trapped inside… this nightmare cult!

Chorus

Sacrosanct / Out of Sync / Sacrosanct / Out of…

Verse

Drink… for her life

Drink… stash the knife

But… how can they… drink for her death!

Run… from the cult

Run… I cannot hide

And… they decide… to take my life!

Chorus

Sacrosanct / Out of Sync / Sacrosanct / Out of…

Bridge

Stabbed in the back / Sliced in the face / Tied to a stake / They cut of my head!!!

Chorus

Sacrosanct / Out of Sync / Sacrosanct / Out of Sync

9. Flashpoint 03:42

   Verse

Bloomberg, Buffett, and Gates. Fight raising the minimum wage

Forced to live in our urban squalor while they make millions of dollars an hour

Sergie, Sheldon, and Musk… Don’t give a flying fuck

Cause each of them just bought …another… luxury yacht.

Bridge 1:

You live like kings, but fuck your workers, all this wealth… well it brings disorder.

How’s it like to be a piece of shit, you fucking idiots

Horrific hours, demeaning pay, parents might see their kids some day

Just to climb higher on Forbes’ richest list, well get over it.

Bridge 2:

These are sinister lines for sinister times. Push us any further and you will find.

Chorus

Our flash point. Our fucking flash point. Rrrrr Flash point.

Verse:

Bezos, Zuckerberg, and Koch… think that this is a joke

Forced to piss in your water bottles while they make millions of dollars an hour

Sergie, Sheldon, and Musk… Don’t give a flying fuck

Cause each of them just bought …another… round of their stocks.

Bridge 1:

You live like kings, but fuck your workers, all this wealth… well it brings disorder.

How’s it like to be a piece of shit, you fucking idiots

Horrific hours, demeaning pay, parents might see their kids some day

Just to climb higher on Forbes’ richest list, well get over it.

Less money to have; wage stagnation, all tied down to stop inflation.

Reduce incentives by raising billionaire’s tax; or get the axe.

The world’s gone mad and the system’s broken, trickle-down means more stock options

Time to give your workers shares of stocks, or get shot.

Bridge 2

Chorus

10. This Fucking Horror 04:15

  Verse

A contagious sickness is consuming all humanity

Without a curative we are caught off guard

A pandemic rages deep throughout the biosphere

As people are needlessly perish from this politicide

This is not going to work

The oceans vomit up our discarded, tainted waste

Where there was a lush oasis, now there’s only sand

Natural disasters reorganize the population

As endless wildfires pyres are purging the land

We have failed to respond, we have no fucking plans

Chorus

THIS… FUCKING… HORROR! X2

Verse

Autocrats assimilate our remaining democracies

Armies advance if you don’t acquiesce

We punish protestors pleading for peace

And perpetuate war on the public at large

This is not going to work

Critical thinking skills are now corrupt

Echo chambers exacerbate the cull

Rogue ideologies are mainstream and vogue

While expertise and science are worthless as shit

We have failed to respond, we have no fucking plans

Chorus

  32:36

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