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Roger Species & DJ Reach - "The Chop Shop Vol. 1"










Brum Rush, CD-R, 2006. Review by Liam Spengler


With an arsenal of daytime TV audio and deft sample editing at their disposal; Roger Species & DJ Reach craft the worst of effluent British gloss culture into a shimmering dungheap of intermittently inspired left-field satire. The collage artwork and Cillit Bang preoccupation lends the impression of skit-punctuated breakcore, but instead the Birmingham duo (?) unleash a gargantuan comedy album that bristles with razor-sharp feculence. Song titles like "Newsround Giant Goldfish Exclusive" and "Trisha the Whore" caused some chuckling before the disc went in, whilst "Nat King Shit" and "Richard and Judy's Autopsy Sperm Party" soon had me yelping like a shemale on nitrous. A treat for fans of Chris Morris and The Wombles.

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Bad Boy Bubby


1993, Dir. Rolf De Heer. DVD: Blue Underground
Review by Liam Spengler


Billy Drago/Hugo Weaving hybrid Nicholas Hope is Bubby; a grinning man-child, who after a life-time of beatings and incest decides to escape from his mother’s hovel sex prison. Forest Gump sat on a bench and ate chocolate, I Am Sam cried and shat his pants, Bubby wraps cats in cellophane and patronises fat women. De Heer's masterful black comedy traverses between the squalid and ethereal, coming across like The Enigma of Kaspar Hauser directed by David Lynch...even if the culmination is closer to Nick Cave: Behind the Music.
Smothered Brothers / Purulent Spermcanal - split
 

7',
Murder the World, 2004 Review Liam Spengler


From the inspired MS Paint artwork of a bong-smoking dog being fellated by an elderly woman, to the dying chords of “Knocked Up Sock”; Smothered Brothers’ all too brief side of this fetching transparent green 7’ (fittingly named “You Can’t Get Pregnant In Your Mouth”) is a veritable triumph for manimal sex musick. The rudimentary cyber porn-grind base is smattered with delectably foul-smelling globules of banjo, circuit- bent children’s toys and Jewpipes; whilst Lord Felchor enlists the usual gaggle of troglodytes to administer the screams, unintelligible growls and even some delightful sing-alongs this time round. Fans of the rape scene from “Deliverance” are well advised to give their folkgrind assault a try. Purulent Spermcanal’s half is older, pre-used material and retarded Czech grind at it’s best. A splendiferous torrent of blasting grind, crusty groove and the general spastications one expects from a P.S release (including horribly shit artwork). A must have for those who seek hefty portions of invention and general silliness with their grind.
Elegant Death

INTERVIEW WITH P.A METAL TITANS ELEGANT DEATH

BY "MORBID" DAVE SUFFERING, THE DEATH METAL DUDER!!!




L-R: Galactucus Sphere (bongo programming), Jeff Cockworth (rhythm accordian), Random Whore (creampies), Bob the Builder (mandolin/vocals) and Gayer than Opera (noseflute).


DEATH METAL DUDER: Dude your band is like totally operatic in like a metal way, like its like got the atmosphere of my ass after a bitching taco bell session listening to Cathedral naked, rocking out with my cocking out!

BOB THE BUILDER: Is that a compliment? Is this for real? Anyway, we strive to have a truly royal form of metal that transcends the pettiness of most extreme bands.

DMD: Duder, are you like hitting on me cause your picture just winked at me and you seem to have a large metal rod in your ass from my rockin' standpoint my metallic dudeski?

B the B: You must be on crack. That is a long sword I bought whilst vacationing in Dublin.

DMD: Whilst? Are you like a Norweigan fag or something? Duder speak the language of true metal man, what would Man O' War think if they saw you fondling your queer little sword duder?

B the B: Man O' War? Hah, a pathetic joke from a bygone error of metal idiocy. We are a symphony, they are a synthesizer. That sword is quite real and could cut you down to size I am sure.

DMD: You are so gay and lame for making fun of Man O' War. Lame gay duder…do you eat the cereal Death Metal Dudes?

B the B: What cereal? You are a lying, simpleton joke and obviously homophobic. I do not eat any cereal, just virgin's blood on the night of the full moon.

DMD: Do you have like two hot goth chickies to sing the gay parts or is that just two really gay looking queer duders with no metal gonards?
B the B: We have one female vocalist named Shelia. I don’t know who else you speak of.  

DMD: Dude what bands do you like? I would think you would like big time homo bands like Fate’s Warning and Anathema?
B of B: I like neither of those timid groups - Katatonia and Maelstrom are worthy adversaries.

DMD: Duder, hate to break the metal news to ya, but those bands are gayer than U2 and Red Lorry Yellow Lorry…

B of B: This interview is over...grow up...

DMD: Shit man, I am 38, duder, damn metal dudeskies, I need me some Marlboro 27s pronto…these uptight art fag dudes!
Amnesty International launch “Free Glitter” campaign
by Withered Honky

Political activist group Amnesty International yesterday officially unveiled it's much anticipated campaign to free 70s pop tart and all-round jolly scamp Gary Glitter.
 
Glitter, real name Paul Sexworthy Gadd, won popularity with a string of glamorous child rape-and-fiddle charges, most notably in 1986 when he succeeded in raping 372 toddlers and pre-teens simultaneously and in 1992 when he raped 23 babies in a supermarket with a can of hairspray. However, his popularity has in recent times been gravely marred by the ominous shadow of his frankly piss-poor glam-rock career.

It has recently been discovered that during the late 70s and early 80s Glitter surreptitiously released a string of outrageous rock 'n' roll songs in almost total secrecy. The discovery of such tracks as the unforgivably shit “Wanna Be In My Gang” and the puerile “Love Me Love You Love” lead to Richard Madeley branding Glitter a “pervert” during recording for the Richard and Judy Show. Michael Winner followed these comments by inserting a whole Gary Glitter album into his anus in protest on live television. A media feeding-frenzy ensued.

Glitter then fled to Thailand where he was widely praised for his tireless work trawling red-light districts and molesting underage sex-industry workers with his sweaty glans. Sadly he just couldn't resist entering the recording studio and was promptly apprehended and potentially faced the death penalty for crimes against humanity. This sentence was however disregarded as a possibility after a trial hearing was moved to tears of sympathy as tales of Glitter's previous commendable molestations were heard. Hence the sentence was commuted to 3 years in a Thai prison, still a “fucking tragedy” according to Sidney Bumford, campaign leader for Amnesty.

Amnesty International urges all Textual Molester readers to send “shitloads” of letters demanding the instant release of this much loved figure, and calls for Glitter's arresting officers to be publicly branded “twats”.
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