Carcass
Necroticism - Descanting the Insalubrious (82,58 %)
In collection
Released: 1991-10-21
Type: Studio
Type: Studio
Ranking:
Artist:
1
Year (1991):
10
Decade (1990's):
43
Overall:
236
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1.
Inpropagation
 07:07
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2.
Corporal Jigsore Quandary
 05:48
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3.
Symposium of Sickness
06:57
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4.
Pedigree Butchery
05:16
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5.
Incarnated Solvent Abuse
05:00
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6.
Carneous Cacoffiny
06:44
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7.
Lavaging Expectorate of Lysergide Composition
04:03
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8.
Forensic Clinicism/The Sanguine Article
 07:10
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Album length:
48:05
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Lyrics |
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1.
Inpropagation
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"A body is committed to a public mortuary. Any victim of sudden or unexpected death will be brought here for a post-mortem by a pathologist; their job is to establish the cause of death. But sometimes a body is unrecognizable. Then it is vital, especially if murder is suspected, to establish identity..." Insipid fumes bellow from the atrabilious chimney Whilst in the sanctified crevet I calmly pillage and rake For hot dry powdered human slag Still steaming in the crematorium's grate Bio-organic ebullition, bones tar, tallow dehydrates For my deleterious horticulture so that I may cultivate Your mortal mechanism dies - in nutrients rich In the hallowed turf you lie - just for the taking Charred sinew's as good as lime, no phosphates do I need Deteriorated flesh used as top-soil, to replenish and nourish seed Spreading this human potash, as ash matured Recycling my rich harvest, bring out your dead... for use as manure... Irrigating tears are shed, but the ground still must be fed [Lead fills: Dust in the mausoleum by W.G. Steer] Tipping and dusting up the spilt contents of urns Every morsel that glows like ember on the fire Extinguishing all hope of beatrific dispatch These charred chassis desired Exequiet rites now performed, a coronach sooting up the flu Enter my execrable inferno, even in the after-life there's work to do The nitrogen content's high - but the flesh is weak At the graveside mourners cry - you're never to wake again [Lead: Compost humous horticulture by M. Amott] Burnt brisket renews the ground, to germinate my seed Cremated bodies are my spoil, to use them as plant-feed Ploughing this abhorrent human manure Seeding my rich harvest, bring out your dead... for the soils to devour... Dry the dead are bled, because the ground must be fed And there's still no rest for the dead [Lead: Humanure by W.G. Steer] I propagate - dust in the grate Ashes to ashes - dust to dust, diluted in water and sprayed on crops Charcoal, fats, flesh and soot fertilising pasture with active fertile rot Incumbent - latent calories are spent Ashes to ashes - dust to dust renewing the land with corpses corrupt Mortuary scrapings, hearses a must, to the hot hearth the deceased are trussed Harvesting the defouled, to fertilize my soil Rejuvenating the spent with my fecundate spoils... Reaping the gone, to nourish the land Replenishing exhausted pasture with my uncanny sleight of hand Restoring the unnatural balance, sowing my seed Defalcating the departed, I rapt and glean... So I recite my contrite lament, lacrimation for the dead Their rest which I disturb... Where should stand row upon row of cold grey remembrance stones My cash crops now grow... |
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Corporal Jigsore Quandary
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"Identifying the bodies which are decomposed, dismembered, skeletonised pose very serious problems. We've had many cases in this department where a body has been found in pieces, or decomposed, and we've been able to put things together. Yes, the head, the upper part of the body, in a very badly decomposed state..." Excised and anatomised, deviscerated disarray The torso diverged with pride Deftly amputated, evulsed limbs now defunct The trunk imbrued, tatty stumps used as lugs For a chondrin puzzle so quaint Head and body decollate A heaving mass so quiescent... Scattered and scrambled, your teasement grows - A bloody caricature to make whole A squirming grisly jigsaw, detrital fragments fit so snug - That missing piece will leave you stumped Totally desassembled, nicely sliced and diced - A cold mannequin once resembled Real cranium teaser, carved from flesh and bone - So mystifying... Battered and diffused, with placating blows - A human jigsaw to make whole A sequacious pattern which once fitted so snug - Joining together each dubious lump Ravaged disassembly, neatly cubed and diced - A cold mannequin reassembled Astute brain teaser, incorporate flesh and bone So mortifying... An incessant game - methodically made With each cumulative piecing - of commensated meat... Bi-manual reconstruction, eldritch problem complete A convented effigy A pathological toy, each chunk rigorously Inter mortis locking, as you pathogenically rot Such a perplexing task To fit the remains in the casket Uliginous mess so quiescent... [Lead: Human Jigsaw by W.G. Steer] [Lead: A heaving organic puzzle by M. Amott] An incessant game - methodically made With each cumulative piece - of commensated meat... |
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Symposium of Sickness
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"That's why I find it so amusing that the latter-day saints of our business... one, attribute to me motives that just weren't there, and two, accuse me of corrupting morality, which I wish I had the power to do. Prepare to die." An encloaking, dark epoch In which all life is now appraised Another valueless commodity On which the paracious may feebly graze Indebted homage to their mammon Whilst the mort is the music of the meek Transcendence from a beatifully brutal reality Is what I seek... Noxious, sully dolour Is not the sentiment upon which we feed But precocious consciousness Draws out a morbid nous to bleed Chiselling out seething words Which cut deep down to the bone Always legible So be it on our own headstone... [Lead trem: Necrononism by M. Amott] Rising to out own nadir Reality we try to extirpate Trying to raise a twisted smile Similar to that silver plate On a coffin which is joined Hammering in each final nail Last kill and testament Left now intestate... Noxious, sully dolour Is not the thesis which is bled A precarious train of thought In which mental cattle-trucks are led Carving out skilful words Which shear brittle bones Always spelt out well We just can't leave the dead alone... Monographic text A terminal doctrine of diseased minds perplexed Enunciated epigrams Eschatological, rotten requiems Always our own worst cynics Exorcisers of scorching scorn Digging our own graves But never stand over and mourn The roulade now pandemonium Displaced in the muggy sods Espoused with the macabre The dead we filch and rob... ... Munificant bale... ... From the deviants staid... Execrations - taunting spiritual release Exoneration - upon the perishable we feast Excogitation - picking at the bones of convention Exculpitation - foul verbal conflagration... Epigraphic text, a literary vex The macabre perplexed, with corporeality meshed [Lead: Eschatological excavation by W.G. Steer] Euthenic text An unpleasant journey, to a world perplexed Corporeal epigraphs Eschatological unpleasantness Always forever cryptic Exercisers of twisted grief Helping you to dig up the interred Whilst fresh still are the wreaths The harmony now pandemonium Heard out in the muddy dirt Espoused with the bizzare We play on our own turf... ... Epithetic text... ... A macabre rality perplexed... Execrations - literary tales of atrocities fairy Exoneration - harsh, cold bloody marys Excogitation - a narcissistic eutechnique Exculpitation - perverse artworks, so unique... Monographic text, a literary vex The macabre perplexed, with reality meshed... [Lead: Corpsereality by M. Amott] [Lead: Cold logistic language by W.G. Steer] |
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Pedigree Butchery
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"Oh my God! What are these? You can hear people puking... They're dog meat!" [Lead: Gutted, hashed and deboned by W.G. Steer] [Lead: Prepared on the slab by M. Amott] In caustic butchery I parent my dominion In the food chain I create the missing link Cold temerity confects this splintered for age Infantile corruption taken to the brink... Making hash of the spumous crubescent All natural compassion removed The newly fully developed boiled as sprouted fodder Martilinear murder - cordon bleu As salubrious pet food Human midden is consumed... Not one to mince my words But now I love to see those siblings churned In tins they are reared Ghastly I slake Bestial appetites to sate As flesh and steel I mate To fill the lower species' plate... Desparental, primparal goods oozing The bawling, squabbling denied the suckling teat Sentient bloodletting sprains the sporulate Makes a choice chimerical treat... Rheological, twisted nursery chymes The fluxing of the defleshed Paedophilosophical, carnage knowledge As the illegitimeat to the domesticated is fed So as you breed They will bleed... Contumely calorie count Ebullient death toll mounts - Higher and higher... [Lead: Choicest, prime cuts by M. Amott] [Lead: Firm, meaty chunks by W.G. Steer] Despumation the midden, the desipient I segment Pertaining vitality, their dispatch I cement Served out for minion in their feeding trough... |
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Incarnated Solvent Abuse
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"If visible identification is not possible, the pathologist may be able to take fingerprints from the body until decay sets in... things become more complicated." Intenacious, intersecting Reaving fats from corporal griskin Culled... for sodden gelatine brayed Skeletal groats triturated, desinently Exsiccated, sere glutenate brewed For frivolous solvent abuse... Derogate coarse remains For glue to dry Despoiled marrow razed ... A truculent shambles so severe... Extravated bone - as adhesive incarnate A pellucid quietus - nocuosly I create Corporal glue, breathe in the fumes Mucilage vapours, toxic fumes to savour [Lead: Glue stiffing by W.G. Steer] Comminuted remains As gum to dry A lissom gel so glazed ... A truculent shambolic affair... The exsanguine esprit - shorted as snuff Rheumic oils forever - Bonded together as gum Human glue, choke on the fumes Noxious vapours, slaughterous labour... [Lead: Viscous residue snorting by M. Amott] |
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Carneous Cacoffiny
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"Human remains in a beaker and tray and coffee pot. Bones which were being partly macerated, dissolved, in a margarine container which had engine coolant in it. It smelled very awful." Striking up my discordant underture A carnal cacophony perversely penned Transposed... and decomposed On strings fashioned from human twine Lovingly wound and fretted upon my bow Garishly incarcerated... the dead resonate In a final death-throe Vibrant as I thresh... Movements scripted for the dead... Orchestral horrors I vehemently conduct My corpus concertos cordial Disinterred... and detuned With six feet below In harmony with the deceased My inspiration... your disintegration For my latest masterpiece My scope creeps your flesh... Notes seep from sinewy frets... But don't hold your breath As you wait for your god or the void Or the abyss of nothingness Your usefulness isn't through Your productivity I resume... My sorbid, soiled handicrafts Will be your afterlife's handicap... ... My corrupt crescendos... ... Will leave you out on a limbo... ... Your disposition I unleash... ... You will rest in my piece... With deadly dynamics You're dead, buried and barred Your remains dampened and fingered Your mortal coil is barbed The death-bells are peeling Ringing out as you flake Shrieking out their recitals A celebration of your wake... Enter my funereality My world two metres under A curious habitat Your muddy trench I plunder Pass on to ethereality Churned out under the sextant's blade You live your life in wretchedness And death is no escape... [Lead: The ascent to eternal pandemonium and tabulature by W.G. Steer] |
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Lavaging Expectorate of Lysergide Composition
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[Lead: Administration of toxic compounds by M. Amott] Officinal - immiscible compounds are mixed, A gagging expectorate, of lysergic acids, Premensely emerced, consciousness slowly sips, Peculated, in an ebriat(i?)ng narcocis... ... Cataleptic, Imbibe... neurotripsick... [Leads: Gross disorientation by W.G. Steer] Neurally numbed, a narcosis so trans-lucid, So pernicious, halluciagenics, Procreating, ocular contorting, Your idiosyncrassy, is now expropriated... ... Extirpation, Mind... termination... |
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Forensic Clinicism/The Sanguine Article
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Salutiferous exaltation, through fusty spatterings I sift, Cauterizing proud flesh, pyogenic cortex I just yearn to rip, With impalpable, cathartic tools, dilapidated lusts I gratify, Cold premediated surgery, in my calculated surgery I hold your fragile life... Pultacious... Pugnacious... Pernicious... Acro-idiopathic... Artificially concussed, excavating to your gastric core, Patulous, deep wounds, cascading and crimson as I explore, Master at my bloody art, I like to carve sculpture and maim, Mounted on the freezer's geurney, you're exhibited until you enter into decay... Pultacious... Pugnacious... Delicious... Gastric-idiopathology... Welcome to my theatre, the stage upon which I act, Turning into a sumptuous perfomance, heiniously I hew and gash, Churning out a deep gulch, the incision a major nick, A quick toke of nitrous oxide is how I get my kicks... Expurgating healthy tissue, opulent flesh I slit, Costate cuts expunged as the patient I now fillet, Malpractising and mussing, carnage hyperventilates, Self placebonic, the only is operate... The recumbent are my prey - under my genital blade, Your precordium I brutally plunder - whilst you're put under Exanguinating - you're totally parched, Exenterating - removing body parts, Wholly abraded - Surgically maimed, Decortication - Medically slain Contaminating, infacting, how I love to cough and sneeze, On the carneous culture, to cause bacteria to breed, Anaesthetised, paralysed, a clinical stupor is induced, With callous dexterity your bodily mass is reduced... I extract the gullet - to end up in my bucket, A quick flick of my wrist - and I'll be struck off the list Exanguinating - straigh from the heart, Exenterating - with my lancet so sharp, Anatomically - my surgery maims, Decortication - by the clinically deranged Gross misconduct, I make the choicest cuts, Text book stabs, written on your tag... Wheeled away after a medical mishap, In a polythene bag your body is now wrapped... The acute wound now sealed up, The picture of ill-health, you're a bit cut up... |