Disgust-O-Rama
by Nic Evans
9.09 V2.1
Milquelizard - Disgust-O-Rama (2009)
Score: 8
I managed to get a hold of Milquelizard's new EP "Disgust-O-Rama" which doesn't come out until October. It's one of the perks of this labor of love I call a webzine. I thought it would be a good one to review.
The first song, "The Sensual, Yet Forbidden Pleasures of the Ladyboys of Thailand" starts off with a slow lumbering riff a la Black Sabbath then morphs into a hardcore punk beat before changing again into standard rock fare. The initial doomy riff returns in other sections of the song, faster and meaner. There are some strong, clean vocals here but not in a sing-songy way, in fact there's very little in the sense of a verse, chorus structure. It's difficult to make out the lyrics but given the title I'm not sure I want to know what this song is about. There are several different styles represented within but rather than sounding disjointed it flows well with the help of some clever transitions. I really liked the break at 1:48 and again at 2:15 where the bass guitar surfaces.
"A Dame to Kill For" is the second track. There is a swinging intro which carries into the first verse and returns later on that works well. In the next section Faith No More's influence can be heard but is short-lived as a hoe-down like beat breaks in and transitions into the next section. My favorite part of this song is when everything slows down and crawls along with some black metal style rasping and the almost peaceful yet menacing clean outro.
"Dimebagged @ The Apollo" is the next song. This an obvious reference to the death of Dimebag Darrell which is either good black humor or blasphemous depending on how close to Pantera's balls you cling. I hear more Clutch than Pantera in this song though. It starts out with a rocking riff and stays strong throughout until the bizarre outro which I thought wasn't really needed.
"After the Afterbirth" starts with a thick minor key dirge and some excellent singing. It then changes quickly and goes into death metal territory then into a weird handclapping beat and almost rap like vocals. What follows is whirling, disorienting licks from the guitar and screaming. These parts all return at different points in the song in no apparent order. I would have liked to have heard more of the melodic singing and dirge and maybe a more consistent structure.
"The Art of Partycrashing" has the best intro of any of the songs, with country vocals and a 50's vibe which returns at the end. Several foot-stomping, head rocking riffs follow. There's less of the bizarre deviations and abrupt changes here which works to it's benefit. The song would go good with a 40oz of Old E.
"Jane Cordova Doe" starts with a handclapping beat and goes into a riff reminiscent of Christian Death's "Skeleton Kiss". It gets much heavier from there and you hear more of the extreme metal influence. The pleasing riff from the intro returns about 3 minutes in.
Overall, "Disgust-O-Rama" is a very good EP. It may be a challenging listen for the uninitiated but well worth the effort. The production and instrumentation are of much higher quality than your average local demo. The vocals are well done and versatile. About the vocals, I feel like this is one of those rare singers that could do just about anything with their voice. Here's hoping this turns into a full-length album.
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24 Sep 2009, 02:34
22 Sep 2009, 14:33
Welcome to my little party,
I can taste your desire.
As guests I can assure you,
it's gonna be a good time.
Ya' wanna make some money?
I know a good way,
I've got a few guns and some games we can play.
Will you make it to the morning or an all too grisly end?
Will you ever cash that check?
Well I guess it all depends...
Follow me to your rooms,
I hope you all are pleased.
Never mind the stink of shame and doom,
This wine will put you at ease.
You all have shown an interest,
in the offer I have made.
In reward for staying just one night;
sufficient monetary gain.
I know you're gonna try,
to reduce the cut.
I know you're gonna try,
to take their lives.
We'll now see what you're made of.
Are you as noble as you claim?
True character tends to come out,
when involved in my game.
You greedy fuckin' piggie.
Look at the mess you've made.
I'll rub your fuckin' nose in it.
Now tell me who's to blame.
A Dame to Kill For
Come one,
come all;
gather 'round and watch another sucker rise and fall.
Accepting all,
white or black,
thin or fat, this is the casting call.
We'll have a ball,
watching you jump through hoops and sing these songs but soon you'll crawl.
You'll crawl, you'll crawl, you'll crawl....
...but we'll never ask for you to be yourself.
We have no morals,
so put yours back on the shelf.
Infecting youth with pre-fabricated dreams.
Another bullshit-spouting pop-culture machine.
...and we know you'll try to live this lie,
you want your fifteen minutes,
so I dare ya',
come and get it.
The Art of Party-Crashing
Riding along on the highway,
I'm a hand of god. Whoa(x3)
Waiting for the perfect time,
here we go. Whoa(x3)
I'm a missile of requiem,
headed straight for the past,
passin' coffins of metal and glass...
When I touch down you'll feel me,
amidst the broken glass.
Another life I'm stealing.
Re-write my bloodlines past.
You couldn't possibly stop me,
you simply are out-classed.
I'm like a sleeping giant,
the world is in my grasp...
Hello friends,
I'm back again and I'm destined to win.
I'll never get enough,
this whore's gonna give it up.
In due time,
I'll get what's rightfully mine,
I'm a patient man.
Motherfucker I'm destined to win.
Plant my seed,
I feel that urgent need.
There's plenty of me,
plenty of me to go around.
I feel my power start to spread,
My legacy forcing it's way inside your head.
Dimebagged at the Apollo
You,
the faceless legion,
shapeless and soft as clay.
Your lack of identity,
disgusts me so completely.
If you were searching,
I wouldn't hate you as much,
but you suck the soul,
out of everything you touch,
you fuck.
Your little fantasy has come to an end,
anyways your shit sounds old,
like a bitch in Depends.
You fucks are all the same,
you sound so fuckin' lame.
You bite my every style,
I wanna kill you when you smile.
I need to get this out there,
I'll spill it on the floor.
A shiny new and cankered orifice,
it's my gift to you.
We'll paint a smile,
on that face for sure.
Did you know that red,
was totally in this year?...Totally.
Can you stop screaming,
while I finish myself off?
Can you stop moving while I pleasure myself?
Hold up,
I need to dumb that down a bit,
a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy
Open you up,
and pour you out.
Your goals achieved,
through daddy's bank account.
You stupid fuck,
I'll unzip your guts.
I'll leave you laying in a puddle of your own blood.
You're all the same when the knife goes in,
you're just pissin' on my shoes and beggin' to live.
09 Sep 2009, 00:48
08 Sep 2009, 23:03
"we must infiltrate the global mapping source, i said we because i mean me,now my evil self, in future tense. let's face the facts, you're a whore and i want you to show the world, or at least a younger version of myself."
Coda:
"just because you're barefoot and naked, doesn't mean, you can't traverse the world. i'll force you to tuck and roll."x2
"you're my discarded passenger. you can scream and cry, but you should take a look around, 'cuz everyone else is laughing too, ghostly white and sick to boot. open up you're door, stop screaming, let me know what's on your mind."
"you're a visual hate crime, an anemic party favor. someone elses
erotic pleasure has finally made my stomach turn. congratulations you're one sick fuck. all these years have not been kind, ha ha ha ha ha, we're gonna cough it up, until there's nothing left."
Coda
Contributors
Editor - Canor Morum
Writer - Nic Evans
Writer - Chris Mcnabb
Writer - Steven Napier
Writer - Zach Ames
Writer - Jay Morcombe
Writer - Austin
