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Extreme Graveyard Tornado

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Sweden masters of thrashing GRINDCORE are finally back with the first album in over a decade! And it's crazier than ever!

Formed in Växjö in 1992, Birdflesh is one of the craziest and long lasting grindcore acts around. Their take on grindcore is filled with strong thrashy influences, wacky lyrics and a funny atmosphere overall.
Over the years the band released a huge amount of music, consisting in 4 full lenght albums and countless Demos, Splits and EPs, but being so prolific has never been an issue for Birdflesh as their material was, and is, always above the bar.
As they gained the status of “cult band” in the grincore scene, the live activity took the band on the greatest stages for extreme metal, such as Obscene Extreme Festival, Maryland Deathfest, Neurotic Deathfest and many more.
There is nothing in this world like Birdflesh.

For fans of Macabre, Impetigo, Ghoul, Repulsion.

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released June 28, 2019

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Drums recorded in Studio by the Lake, on April 2, 2018 by Jakob Lindahl.
Guitars, bass and vocals recorded in Studio Wheelmust by Elis Edin Markskog.
Mixed by Per Stålberg and Kalle Lilja at Welfare Sounds.
Mastered by Carlo Altobelli at Toxic Basement Studios.
Artwork by Mattias Frisk - www.metalalbumart.com.
Layout by Heresie Graphics.
Photo by Gustav Sandstedt.
Music & lyrics by Birdflesh, except "Botox Buttocks" lyrics by Fredrik Hammarberg & Linus Larsson and "Pub Night" by Dr Carlsson.
Percussion, flute, accordion and saxophone by Jakob Lindahl.
Synthesizers by Jakob Lindahl and Count Crocodelis.
Guest vocals by Niklas Larson on Towards Insanity.
Pig squeals by Martin ”Wilbur” Schönherr and Johan ”Babe” Bergström on Another Pig.

Smattro Ansjovis - Drums & vocals
Count Crocodelis - Guitars & vocals
Willy Whiplash - Bass & vocals

www.facebook.com/birdfleshgrind

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Everlasting Spew is a label/mailorder based in Italy with the focus to bring you selected titles from bands and labels that distinguished themselves for their quality. We come from several years of experience in the past and two decades of passion and dedication into the genre.
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Track Name: Towards Insanity
Every night is sleepless night
Darkest thoughts, internal fight

Inner demons awake
As I march towards insanity
I will never stay sane ’til the end
Towards insanity

The meaning of life, why are we?
What happens after this, I guess we will see

Inner demons awake
As I march towards insanity
I will never stay sane ’til the end
Towards insanity

During the day it’s fine
Hanging out with friends of mine
Going to shows and getting drunk
On beer, booze and wine

Eating pizza, watching the game
But every night I go insane

Inner demons awake
As I march towards insanity
I will never stay sane ’til the end
Towards insanity
Track Name: Are We Great Again?
Nation fall pray, hail my return
Blow my trumpet, shave your mustache
Gabba gabba hey
Are we great again?
Track Name: Crazy Train Decapitation
Sitting on a train from the airport
Many memories soon to be gone
Open a window to take a look outside
But with another train he collides

Head against train, not for the sane
Blood, skull, brain, on the track rain
People go insane, sorrow and pain
A trip in vain, with the crazy train

Families inside the train scream in blood
A headless corpse, still in his seat
Horrific visions causing nightmares
A man lost his head, people lost their minds

Head against train, not for the sane
Blood, skull, brain, on the track rain
People go insane, sorrow and pain
A trip in vain, with the crazy train

Some of the tickets were invalid
Because they were covered in blood and gore
Passengers in shock buying new tickets
And paid even more than before

Head against train, not for the sane
Blood, skull, brain, on the track rain
People go insane, sorrow and pain
A trip in vain, with the crazy train

Crazy train
A trip in vain
Crazy train
A trip in vain

Every single seat soaked in fluids
Witnesses future now in ruins
Sometimes it’s better with some sour sweat in your nose
Than a train in your face
Track Name: Grind Band
Me and my brother
Started a band
We called ourselves Leppard Pantson
I sang good and my brother was cool
When we covered Silence by Charles Bronson
We were fast
We wrote ten songs a day
And made a 7 inch split with Agatochles
We went on tour in a shitty old van
Playing shows, kept it real, raisin’ hell like a grind band

Our shows were fifteen minutes long
The local retard was our only fan
Stupid riffs and smart ass words
But they all come from the brain
An album was recorded but the master was lost
2000 euros down the drain, we broke up
Track Name: Home Of The Grave
Out of the mist, a living dead
Rotting legs without head
Evil laugh and freezing breath
I must go and greet his death

Now I’m dead, he killed me too
Skin and bones and just one shoe
Dig a hole and roll the dice
Into the grave with maggots and mice

Land of the free, home of the grave
I am dead, I won’t behave
Me earthly life I cannot save
Death is now my aftershave
Track Name: Milkshake Is Nice
Milkshake is nice
But not in my eyes
Only in my mouth and soul
I want the taste
All the time
Milkshake is not a crime

I like milkshake, I like it a lot
Strawberry flavour, slowly we rot
Fresh fruit, milk and cream
Like an ever flowing stream

I like it sweet, not too thick
Without a shake, I get sick
Cool milkshake in a pool
Swim and drink, don’t go to school

Milkshake is nice
But not in my eyes
Only in my mouth and soul
I want the taste
All the time
Milkshake is not a crime

I like milkshake, I like it a lot
Strawberry flavour, slowly we rot
Fresh fruit, milk and cream
Like an ever flowing stream

I like it sweet, not too thick
Without a shake, I get sick
Cool milkshake in a pool
Swim and drink, don’t go to school

Happy soul equals happy life
Share a shake with your wife
True beauty in the cream
But it can’t compete with you Jolene
Track Name: Another Pig
On my farm it was night
It was not day, it was night
Animals died, animals fled
Some lived but most were dead

I didn't understand, what did I do?
Gave them all that they could chew
My neighbours came and shot the rest
Maybe it was for the best

I thought I saw someone else that night
A stranger, thief, a lurking fright
This has happened times before
It always ends up in blood and gore

Maybe it was just another pig?
Track Name: Guacamolestation Of The Tacorpse
Thank Satan it’s Friday
Mandatory taco dinner
An orgy of fake spices
The salsa sauce is running mild

Guacamolestation of the tacorpse
Insanely drunk and covered with food
Kill me with tequila and tortilla
That puts me in the perfect mood

Sweet corn and cheese on my head
Nacho chips in the bed
Lost in a Mexican dream
More beer, more booze and sour cream

Guacamolestation of the tacorpse
Insanely drunk and covered with food
Kill me with tequila and tortilla
That puts me in the perfect mood
Track Name: Crazyful Face
Lifeless smile, it’s been a while
I can’t think without drink
Pour it up, never stop
Alcohol, in my soul
No small glass, fill my ass
Wine and beer, no more fear
Long nights, long drinks, sweet and sour
Every level fueled by power

Recipies, immortalities
You ́ll be amazed by my crazyful face
Recipies, immortalities
You ́ll be amazed by my crazyful face
Track Name: Thank You For The Hostility
Make yourself at home
Never mind the rats
Cold wet floor
You better love the cats

Enjoy the moldy fridge
Open at your own risk

Thank you for the hostility
Thank you for the hostility

The shower’s out of use
The toilet doesn’t flush
Horrific abuse
Watch out for the mush

Enjoy your stay, see you in five
Please be nice and stay alive

Thank you for the hostility
Thank you for the hostility
Thank you for the hostility
Track Name: Crazy Nights
Pissed on, pissed off
Grind my ass, head and knee
Saxon, Saxoff
Total metal wannabe
Crazy nights, crazy nights
Lots of cheap disgusting beer
We want more, we want gore
Everybody scream and cheer
Over hangover again
Drink some more and play on ten
Faster, faster, faster, faster
But who were those men?
Track Name: Botox Buttocks
Plastic surgery, what a thrill
All the ugliness I must kill
The test of time I will pass
No more ugly saggy ass

Botox Buttocks
Botox Buttocks
Botox Buttocks
Botox Buttocks

My ass is now off the charts
But I can’t control my farts
Botox buttocks, toxic nerves
This is what my ass deserves

Botox Buttocks
Botox Buttocks
Botox Buttocks
Botox Buttocks

Insane procedures within my reach
Total happiness with an anal bleach
Track Name: House Guest
I live in your place
Eat your food
You’re not home, I’m home alone
All day long
Eat your food
Never outside
I have no key

House guest
Uninvited
House guest
In the closet
House guest
Uninvited
Homeless house guest

You have never seen me
I’ve seen you
In your home, you’re not alone
All day long I’m around
Never outside, I have no key

House guest
Uninvited
House guest
In the closet
House guest
Uninvited
Homeless house guest

I don’t know, how much
I owe you pretty much
For rent, I guess
An uninvited guest
You listen to Possessed
I know the way you dress
You closet is a mess
An uninvited guest

House guest
House guest
House guest
House guest

Never alone!
Track Name: Accused Of Suicide
I hate my life, it’s no fun
Work all day, then I'm done
I ́m gonna end it all
With my brand new gun

I put the gun against my head
I take a deep breath, I wanna be dead
I pull the trigger and fall onto my bed

I open my eyes and see a lot of blood
What the hell, I am still alive

The cops are knocking on my door
The neighbours must have called them
I escape through a window and get on my bike

I didn’t die, I didn’t die, I didn’t die
I ́m accused of suicide
I didn’t die, I didn’t die, I didn’t die
I ́m accused of suicide

Been on the run for some days
Everyone have seen my face
This time the cops didn’t fail
I ́ll spend the rest of my life in jail
Track Name: Back Hole Jaw
In my ass I have teeth
That chews on everything
I’ve lost my hands and my furniture
And all my doctors they are dead

My ass is the law, it will eat you raw
On your bones it will gnaw
When you have pulled the shortest straw

Back hole jaw
Back hole jaw

One day I sat down in the street
But my ass ate the whole street
No more children playing in the street
No more street, only meat

My ass is the law, it will eat you raw
On your bones it will gnaw
When you have pulled the shortest straw

Back hole jaw
Back hole jaw

One day I sat down in the park
But my ass ate the whole park
No more bark in the park
No more park, only dark
Track Name: Amish Girl
The road to hell is lined
With things that are fine that I like to combine
I choose death

After the grave
I guess I'll turn to dirt
I can't behave
I am a rotten corpse with a metal shirt

The heaven is a lie
You can't live when you die, say hello and goodbye
You choose god

After the grave
I guess I'll turn to dirt
I can't behave
I am a rotten corpse with a metal shirt

Finger bang
Your way to reality
Finger bang
Your way to morality
Finger bang
Your way to reality
Finger bang bang bang bang
Track Name: The Rise Of Stupidity
I don’t understand a single word
But I agree totally
Feed me shit, I happily swallow
The blind, deaf and braindead I follow

No brains allowed
We’re the best crowd
Don’t fuck up, don’t fuck up
We’re aiming for the top

We are many, we wanna own the world
We’re not sure what we stand for
United we are strong, together we shall rise
Above you all who have brains in your heads

No brains allowed
We’re the best crowd
Don’t fuck up, don’t fuck up
We’re aiming for the top

We are so many, so we must be right
Give us your money, until death we will fight
We are so much better than all of you
So fuck you and your love
Here comes braindead hate

It’s the rise of stupidity
Track Name: Pub Night
Went to the pub
Took a beer
Instant fight
Had to go home
Track Name: Pyromaniacs
Heaven is on fire, the ground is on fire
Everything devoured by flames
These maniacs have no shame

Pyromaniacs
Pyromaniacs
Pyromaniacs
Hotter than the thing that is hotter than hell

Very wild burning, the earth keeps on turning
Strong winds, no rain
So these maniacs bring the pain

Pyromaniacs
Pyromaniacs
Pyromaniacs
Hotter than the thing that is hotter than hell

Burning down the forest
So they can build up houses
Lives might burn as well
As they are raising hell

Pyromaniacs
Pyromaniacs
Pyromaniacs
Hotter than the thing that is hotter than hell

Pyromaniacs
Pyromaniacs
Pyromaniacs
Pyromaniacs
Track Name: Bite The Mullet
Back in the glory days of ́83
A couple of rocking guys and me
Formed a band called Iron Axe
Released a vinyl with seven tracks

You could hear the roar from the crowd
Raising hell, louder than loud
In ’84, we where stronger than Thor
Even stronger then Manowar

Now we are fatter than the fattest horse alive
The singer overdosed and had to be revived
The mullets are there but bald on the top of the head
Still playing shows but we already look dead

Bite the mullet
Hear the roar
Bite the mullet
Blood and gore
Bite the mullet
Fire and ice
Bite the mullet
Rock is nice

Bite the mullet
Vi lever vid sidan av
Bite the mullet
Verkligheten
Bite the mullet
Track Name: Almost Aggression
Funs last night, almost beer
I licked one in the eye
Met a hooker, took her home
Woke up when she died

Almost aggression
Puke and cry and endless pain
Almost aggression
I just want to die

Took the train, lots of cry
I pissed my new pair of jeans
Took a shower and went to bed
Growing older perhaps

Almost aggression
Puke and cry and endless pain
Almost aggression
I just want to die tonight
Track Name: Garlic Man
Denim jeans and jacket
Grey hair and a little fat
Reeking, stinking, oozing
In the front of the bus he sat
You could feel his presence
From miles away
But where is he now?
Did he pass away?

Garlic man
Riding winds of stench
Garlic man
Eating lunch every day at the hospital
Track Name: Mouth For Gore
A psycho dentist, thirsty for thrills
Collecting teeth for every hole he drills
Built a pool shaped like a jaw
At his home there is no law

He bathes in teeth in his pool
Jumping, swimming, shouts and drools
He throws parties for his friends
A dental orgy that never ends

One friend fell from the trampoline
Another mixed vodka with listerine
Everyone ate some barbequed beef
Then they jumped into the pool of teeth

He bathes in teeth in his pool
Jumping, swimming, shouts and drools
He throws parties for his friends
A dental orgy that never ends

Built a pool shaped like a jaw
At his home there is no law
Track Name: Land Of Forgotten Riffs
Today I made some riffs
The best I’ve ever heard
But now they are all gone
’Cause I forgot them all
Where do all the forgotten riffs go?
To the land of forgotten riffs

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