First pressing of "The New Wave of Rotten Fornication" on CD. Featuring all 10 tracks plus lyrics sheet insert.
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lyrics
Down in the Everglades, where the best meth is made
The trailer park is full of brain rot and oral decay
Cheap booze and cigarettes, a hooker half undressed
Cocaine and fentanyl, they’re unsure if she’s dead
The oceans calling, the sun is setting
Descend the body into the depths
Another body in the swamp, mauled by gators as it rots
Another homeless person shot, a man’s face is eaten off by a chimpanzee
Or some guy masturbating on bath salts at the bus station
The new wave of rotten fornication
Drunk driving at midnight,
eat a stripper’s ass, go home and beat your wife
Only in Florida; where the sunshine helps decompose the dead
Only in Florida; America’s dick – pissing on everyone’s head
Only in Florida; A paradise of lust for the young and old
Only in Florida; A tropical graveyard of the ill-disposed
Only in Florida...
Another child trafficked on a private jet or giant yacht
Watching porno in VR while you’re getting beaten off
By AI machines or pegged by your step-mommy
A new sex craze across the nation, the new wave of rotten fornication
supported by 11 fans who also own “Only in Florida”
I'm kicking my own ass for somehow missing this when it released. Expertly arranged death metal with kick drums that could demolish a high-rise. zirtonic
supported by 10 fans who also own “Only in Florida”
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
supported by 10 fans who also own “Only in Florida”
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