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For God Your Soulā¦ For Me Your Flesh (Vinyl)
Pure filthy Death Metal perfection! Pungent Stenchās 1990 classic debut remastered! The year 1990 was the moment Death Metal truly exploded. Bands like Entombed released their debut full lengths (which would later
go on to be some of the most respected albums of the entire genre) and soon to be giants of the genre Deicide and Cannibal Corpse would also release their first albums. But in Austria something even stranger and more twisted was festering. Pungent Stench arrived with āFor God Your Soulā¦ For Me Your Fleshā, a debut that smashed Death Metal and early Grindcore together into a sound that sounded like a cross between Obituary and Terrorizer! What makes this record stand out is its total rejection of finesse. No melody. No clean lines. No attempt at showing off. Just a filthy, hostile churn of riffs that somehow stick in your skull long after the noise dies down. Tracks like āA Small Lunchā and āBlood, Pus and Gastric Juiceā prove that primitive Death Metal always hits hardest when it doesnāt try to be clever. Sludge soaked slow sections collapse into savage bursts, and the bass rumbles underneath it all like some diseased animal clawing for daylight. Like on their early material and the record that followed, Pungent Stench twist D-Beat and Thrash Metal soaked Death Metal into something that lurches between Speed, Doom and their own brand of morbid humor. They were never a parody, never a joke band. Their sick grin only made the filth more vivid. āFor God Your Soulā¦ For Me Your Fleshā might not be the album everyone cites first from Death Metalās golden era, but it stands as a raw, essential blast of grime and extremity that still demands to be played loud and often.
go on to be some of the most respected albums of the entire genre) and soon to be giants of the genre Deicide and Cannibal Corpse would also release their first albums. But in Austria something even stranger and more twisted was festering. Pungent Stench arrived with āFor God Your Soulā¦ For Me Your Fleshā, a debut that smashed Death Metal and early Grindcore together into a sound that sounded like a cross between Obituary and Terrorizer! What makes this record stand out is its total rejection of finesse. No melody. No clean lines. No attempt at showing off. Just a filthy, hostile churn of riffs that somehow stick in your skull long after the noise dies down. Tracks like āA Small Lunchā and āBlood, Pus and Gastric Juiceā prove that primitive Death Metal always hits hardest when it doesnāt try to be clever. Sludge soaked slow sections collapse into savage bursts, and the bass rumbles underneath it all like some diseased animal clawing for daylight. Like on their early material and the record that followed, Pungent Stench twist D-Beat and Thrash Metal soaked Death Metal into something that lurches between Speed, Doom and their own brand of morbid humor. They were never a parody, never a joke band. Their sick grin only made the filth more vivid. āFor God Your Soulā¦ For Me Your Fleshā might not be the album everyone cites first from Death Metalās golden era, but it stands as a raw, essential blast of grime and extremity that still demands to be played loud and often.
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Pure filthy Death Metal perfection! Pungent Stenchās 1990 classic debut remastered! The year 1990 was the moment Death Metal truly exploded. Bands like Entombed released their debut full lengths (which would later
go on to be some of the most respected albums of the entire genre) and soon to be giants of the genre Deicide and Cannibal Corpse would also release their first albums. But in Austria something even stranger and more twisted was festering. Pungent Stench arrived with āFor God Your Soulā¦ For Me Your Fleshā, a debut that smashed Death Metal and early Grindcore together into a sound that sounded like a cross between Obituary and Terrorizer! What makes this record stand out is its total rejection of finesse. No melody. No clean lines. No attempt at showing off. Just a filthy, hostile churn of riffs that somehow stick in your skull long after the noise dies down. Tracks like āA Small Lunchā and āBlood, Pus and Gastric Juiceā prove that primitive Death Metal always hits hardest when it doesnāt try to be clever. Sludge soaked slow sections collapse into savage bursts, and the bass rumbles underneath it all like some diseased animal clawing for daylight. Like on their early material and the record that followed, Pungent Stench twist D-Beat and Thrash Metal soaked Death Metal into something that lurches between Speed, Doom and their own brand of morbid humor. They were never a parody, never a joke band. Their sick grin only made the filth more vivid. āFor God Your Soulā¦ For Me Your Fleshā might not be the album everyone cites first from Death Metalās golden era, but it stands as a raw, essential blast of grime and extremity that still demands to be played loud and often.
go on to be some of the most respected albums of the entire genre) and soon to be giants of the genre Deicide and Cannibal Corpse would also release their first albums. But in Austria something even stranger and more twisted was festering. Pungent Stench arrived with āFor God Your Soulā¦ For Me Your Fleshā, a debut that smashed Death Metal and early Grindcore together into a sound that sounded like a cross between Obituary and Terrorizer! What makes this record stand out is its total rejection of finesse. No melody. No clean lines. No attempt at showing off. Just a filthy, hostile churn of riffs that somehow stick in your skull long after the noise dies down. Tracks like āA Small Lunchā and āBlood, Pus and Gastric Juiceā prove that primitive Death Metal always hits hardest when it doesnāt try to be clever. Sludge soaked slow sections collapse into savage bursts, and the bass rumbles underneath it all like some diseased animal clawing for daylight. Like on their early material and the record that followed, Pungent Stench twist D-Beat and Thrash Metal soaked Death Metal into something that lurches between Speed, Doom and their own brand of morbid humor. They were never a parody, never a joke band. Their sick grin only made the filth more vivid. āFor God Your Soulā¦ For Me Your Fleshā might not be the album everyone cites first from Death Metalās golden era, but it stands as a raw, essential blast of grime and extremity that still demands to be played loud and often.
