Black Lung ‎– The Depopulation Bomb

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Nova Zembla ‎– NZ036
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2 × Vinyl, 12", Album
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Programmed and Mixed at Area 51

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Cat# Artist Title (Format) Label Cat# Country Year
Ir 193.1 Black Lung The Depopulation Bomb(CD, Album) Iridium Ir 193.1 Australia 1994 Sell This Version
9868-63-95-2 Black Lung The Depopulation Bomb(CD, Album) Fifth Colvmn Records 9868-63-95-2 US 1995 Sell This Version
NZ036 Black Lung The Depopulation Bomb(CD, Album) Nova Zembla NZ036 Belgium 1995 Sell This Version

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djgylend

djgylend

February 20, 2008

“Inner city slavery fostered by the government’s latent drug dealing,” the sample from “The More Confusion…The More Profit” proclaims. It’s one of those headlines that, much like this loud and militant album, makes you want to smash and burn society and everything it stands for to the fucking ground. Walmart - check, I can see plums of dark smoke billowing from the useless trinkets made by one poor worker in China to be sold to another in Appalachia. A Hummer dealership – yeah, as those gas guzzlers explode one by one the crowd roars as the ruling class runs for cover. An Exxon oil refinery is seized and dynamited from the inside, ceasing production at once. One of those asinine baby superstores that sells baby sweaters for $125 a pop is singled out for particular vengeance – its CEO and Board of Directors are forced to wear baby-sized sweaters and drink formula as they are paraded down Main Street. Next up is the New York City socialite crowd, the wine and cheese circle that made the lower East side uninhabitable for purveyors of hard acid – both vinyl and drug. They are given 10 hits of government issued liquid and forced to listen to every single release from 1993 on Direct Drive, Labworks, Analog, Djungle Fever, Drop Bass, Kill Out and Djax. No one makes it through the night. Even a law firm having the nerve to say it represents the interests of the working class all the while representing government employees pulling down in excess of $60,000 per year is not spared. Its offices are torched and its precious paintings are defaced in the most vile means imaginable. The final target is the White House itself. Little time is wasted here as a tank demolishes the edifice with several precise blasts. Erected in its place is a sweatshop where the former President and members of Congress are forced to work 16 hour days sewing garments without meal or bathroom breaks. The place is poorly ventilated and there are inadequate fire escapes. One day it catches fire and burns to the ground sparing no one. People rejoice.