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Greasy Exudate

by Pathogenesis

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Ryan Broughman These are fucking rippers, wonderfully recorded and a god damned pleasure to see performed.

Terry Turtle artwork is sick and what a legend to dedicate an album too.
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Systems checked, time to go, launch the pod. To travel the atmosphere... Science is god. We deny the limits of this celestial body. A cascade of warnings, systems in excess of acceptable tolerances. Imminent catastrophic failure. Fate sealed for this cursed capsule. My last moments... No way to turn back now. The fuel ceaselessly burns. New trajectory will not establish orbit. Defeated by gravity, falling. Dragged from the heavens at terminal velocity. Nothing to do now but wait, watch the altimeter, and make peace with god.
2.
Brandishment 02:15
How dare you cut me off? You tried to run me off the road. You cunt, get off your cell phone! Pay some fucking attention. I’m going to kick your face, ass. Suck on my brights, yeah. You... you know what you did. Fucking prick, goddamn asshole. I swear I’m about to lose it. How you gonna feel when my gun pointed right at your little face? You’re confronting me, I’m defending myself. I will shoot you if you take another step towards me.
3.
Indiegogo campaign! Please fund our album! Support... local endeavors. Be the community. We value our fans, help us give you the highest quality representation of our art. With great sadness, we cancel our tour. Serious medical issue. Please help and contribute to medical expenses. If you haven’t already, give your money to the guy with the fanny pack.
4.
Check engine light comes on I am too broke for this shit right now. then time just carries on... now this is really my fault. I really gone n done it. Let someone in because you’re alone. Years long erosion of the soul. Know it’s not right but here you stand. A coward’s head buried deep in the sand. In desperation scraping rez, you break your bowl. Forgot to tighten those nuts, wheel fell off, nuts down the drain. Ate 32 weed gummies, passed out while playing a show. Tailgate seemed like a good place to sit but when the tires burn out, now you’ve cracked your skull. Memories fade from regret to regret. A torrent of bullshit on all sides beset And the worst pain of all is knowing All of this is my own damn fault. Ough.
5.
I’m so disoriented and I feel extremely threatened. The voices in my head are super pissed. I can’t hold in the rage inside me. Disorder of the mind, my thoughts corrupted. I’m screaming at the top of my lungs, my violence uncontained. Anyone in my path could be my victim. I’m undiscerning, I’m cold, and I’m heartless. Without my pills, I’ll smear shit on a wall. Gone... gone are the days of being normal. I can’t function in society so I’m running Down, down the median with my pants off. Covered in shit and smoking crack. Fantasizing about throwing rocks at cars. I’ll shock you with my lewdness as I skin your cat (bathe in blood). I’m sadistic, I’m insane, I hear voices. They tell me you should die. They tell me, “murder-suicide.”
6.
They gave the kid some methadone, just to help the child sleep. He was interrupting their nightly ritual of heroin and speed. Tiny body couldn’t handle all the second-hand freebase smoke, desperate measure taken when they saw him start to choke. Uncovering a tomb of cess, left a child without remorse expecting no recourse in a murky lair, the rodents that feed there have him in their grasp, country babe attacked by rats. Throw your child in the septic tank.
7.
Ooooooh In the depth, nothing left Sleeping void in narcoleps Plant the seed, ceaseless need Armored fiends from ‘neath the seas Surrounded by Prawns Pincing maw will drag me down slowly Crush me til there's no remains for mourning Screaming echoes drown beneath the blackness

about

This album is dedicated to Terry Turtle (1952-2019).

Artwork: Terry Turtle
Layout: Matt Scott
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Kris Hilbert at
Legitimate Business in Greensboro, NC. Additional
recording by Ian Worz in Chapel Hill, NC.

Pathogenesis thanks: Kris Hilbert and Legitimate
Business, Ian Worz, Terry Turtle, Matt Scott, Brian
Tudor, Matt Morrison, Jason Wheeler, Eva Luton, and
Scott Schopler.

credits

released May 6, 2022

David – Guitar
Lukas – Bass, vocals
Sam – Drums, vocals
Vassia – Guitar, vocals

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Crushing deathgrind from Raleigh, NC

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