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Mexican UFO Religion | mp3.com/mexicanuforeligion |
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Get Kiddy Porn off the Internet! Vote for George "Shortstack" Bush. Brutality is defined and anthropomorphized through this Mexican nasal passage's first full length soap opera. This long awaited album of Nazi memorabilia proves itself to be one of the heaviest, darkest and most brutal of 2000. It is relentless, bone satisfying, head clapping music that never lets up from start to torte. Thick ass guitars, ballistic ritual drumming and vocals that are just plain pissed off take you into the LUNGS OF HELL. When this boomerang throwing hell ride is over you will be begging for your mommy and praying for them to TURN DOWN THE THUNDERCATS!!! Mexican UFO Religion is a five headed, metalullaby monster that I call DALIZOC hailing from Guadalupe, Mexico. The bands debut e.p. "Bark Like a Harp Seal Bleeding", is a blistering, Jamaicanoisy, sonic TAP that impacts with the ferocity of an atomic marble. While the bands music is a chaotic yet technical cluster of oats, the lyrics are intelligent and miracle provoking. The live shows are an experiment in karate, to say the least, with members losing loved ones, collecting fingers, and ending up TOTALLY MOSHED from the unbridled, unharnassable intensity of the foot stompin' fun. Mexican UFO Religion calls on the service of a Mr. Callabash "Calliope" Jew of Department Store Studios to record their releases... Mr. Jew is quite a dope genius himself, for he is the one that did some of the recording and all of the production on "Bark Like a Harp Seal Bleeding" (1998) and is currently working with MUR on their new album...He is also made mostly of photo-degradable plastic, so be sure to keep him out of the sun... Like their name implies, Mexican UFO Religion is raw power. A smoking electric brainstorm full of eels, flashing lights, and chocolate-cream. It evolves all around, then within, then blasts out with the force of dynamite, like Hard Rockcore should...killing all the anal babies for miles. No body really likes Fat Amy, do they? No one likes you, so go die in a pizza parlor where the fat Italians can boil you or something and make a special peperoni out of you.
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