Where they from?
Terre Haute, Indiana. We have a new Pope and he is from Chicago. There is footage of him at the Game 1 of the World Series in 2005 when the White Sox swept the Houston Astros thus breaking an 88-year championship drought that still stands as the second-longest in the big four sports of North America. I see no problem with this as I understand that nothing will test a man’s faith like rooting for a shitty baseball team — am I right, Rockies fans? DA POPE.
Why the hype?
Do you like the band Last Days of Humanity? If you don’t then why the fuck are you one of the eight people reading this column? LDOH are the GOATS of unlistenable, pathological goregrind, whatever the fuck that means, and thus have spawned a micro-scene of bands that eschew traditional riffage in the name of pitch-shifted vomit spasms that only under the most liberal definition count as “music.” Well, Postmortem Carnivore fit rather nicely into this niche although they (he?) brings a bit more dynamics into the putrid stew of cacophony normally associated with this style of grind.
Latest Release?
Split w/ Nervous Body, self-released. My cousin got married on Friday and the band refused to play any of the Earth Crisis songs I kept requesting. I mean, how the fuck am I supposed to celebrate some nuptials better than windmilling someone to death during ‘Firestorm?’ What an outrage.
Two-Way Split: Nervous Body / Postmortem Carnivore by Postmortem Carnivore, Nervous Body
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