Intestinal Disgorge ‎– Whore Splattered Walls

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Lofty Storm Records ‎– LSR 008
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Recorded May 10-13, 2001 in the Sewer Room.

"From Stalking To Killing" originally entitled "The Bitch in the Red Backpack".

The last song ends at 4:37 with silence filling the next 9+ minutes when a low moan ends the disc at 14:05.

Ⓒ 2001 Intestinal Disgorge

Ⓟ&Ⓒ 2001 Lofty Storm Records

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  • Matrix / Runout: SONOPRESS: 199012266 13145/01
  • Mastering SID Code: IFPI LB43
  • Mould SID Code: ifpi 1124

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Aldeberan403

Aldeberan403

November 17, 2009

This is perhaps the single most disturbing album ever recorded.

Intestinal Disgorge are known for their unbelievably extreme and chaotic approach to grindcore and noise, a unique, aggressive style punctuated by the most heinous and painful-sounding high-pitched screams you will ever hear on a record. These shrieks, known affectionately among fans of the band as "bitch screams", made their debut record one of the most shocking and amusing albums to ever hit the underground grindcore scene. And one would be forgiven for thinking that an album of such ridiculous intensity would stand alone, never to be usurped in its extremity.

Enter "Whore Splattered Walls", the sophomore effort from Intestinal Disgorge, released in 2001 on cult Brazilian goregrind label Lofty Storm Records. On this release, the band blurs the lines between grind and noise to such an extent that, at times, one begins to wonder if creating "songs" was ever the point. The drums are a muddled, blasting mess from start to finish, blasting away furiously at times and at other times sounding as if the drummer is simply throwing drumsticks at the drumset at random. The guitars, as on the band's debut effort, sound as if they were recorded directly line-in to the mixer, coming out as one continuous muddy buzz. The bass seems to be nothing but a constant distorted rumbling that never seems to give way, nor does it ever seem to be engaged in actually playing notes or following the rhythm of the song.

But the "music" is not what's important on this album. Evidence of this fact can be found in the several instances throughout the record where five or more layers of screaming, roaring, howling vocals completely obliterate all of the instruments, totally drowning out all of the music. The vocals on this album can be divided into two currents: one current consists of what sounds like lyrics being growled in time with the songs, and a second current which appears to be totally disconnected from the songs. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised to find that these vocals were recorded without even listening to the songs. They are totally random. And they are unbelievably intense. There are pitch-shifted "diarrhea" growls, blood-curdling bitch screams, effects-laden roars and chokes and gags, all combined together to sound like an entire crowd of people screaming themselves hoarse, constantly.

Just like their debut, this album from Intestinal Disgorge will challenge even the most self-assured "noise" connoisseur to reevaluate their notions of what constitutes music and what constitutes "creativity". This is the closest any band has ever come to literally assaulting the listener with sound. Pure audial violence.