Rating: 9.4

Country: Netherlands

Release Date: 2004

Record Label: Bones Brigade

Track list:
1 Zombie Interlude
2 Excremental Mass of Burnt Decay
3 138 Minutes Body Disposal
4 Slithered Limbs
5 Gruesome Face Decapitation
6 Fermented Gut Burst
7 The Sound of Rancid Juices Sloshing Around your Coffin
8 Chopped up Face Beyond Recognition
9 Orgasmic Abortion
10 Ulcerated Offal
11 Lugubrious Genital Miscreation
12 Erosed Intestinal Purulency
13 Exposed Mangled Orifice
14 Entangled in Septic Gore
15 Excremental Carnage
16 Decripitated Regurgitation in Foetal Leprosy
17 Effective Impalement of Infected Bodies
18 Hacked into a Red Mush
19 The Ecstasy of Swallowing Torso Feces
20 A Reeking Pile of Septic Brain Fluid
21 Grume Collection of Body Parts
22 Reeking Mush Beneath each Cavity
23 Necrotic Eruption
24 Septic Convulsion
25 Born to Murder the World

The track list found on the album's back cover is incorrect, I took it upon myself to fix this major error and keep documentation of this releases true track order.

Last Days Of Humanity - The XTC of Swallowing LDoH Faeces

William - Guitar
Bas - Guitar
Regore - Bass, Vocals (vomits)
Erwin - Vocals (mouthfarts)
Marc - Drums, Backing Vocals (backing diarrhea)

*This is an experimental review where very little will be discussed in the way of production values, standout riffs or other fine details about the album. Instead I will try to express to you what Last Days of Humanity's music would be like-if it was a vision. It's not pretty, it reads like the track list to one of their albums, which I guess is the point. If you have not yet heard this band, this review should give you a good idea of what to expect-and maybe what NOT to expect*

Live, somewhere. There is a rumbling of the intestines, a roar of the onlookers… knowing something tremendously vile is brewing and soon to be violently regurgitated forth in an utterly disturbing manner, the anxiety builds…

This is no sick “symphony”. This might not even technically be music-but it is “sound“. The “sound” of rancid juices that slosh around coffins, True hymns of suppuration that are completely indigestible. Carcass invented it, Dead Infection and Regurgitate elaborated upon it. Last Days of Humanity runs with it. It's not a “ball”. It's something much more formless…

It's a disinterred vomitous pulp of maggot swarmed fecal putrilage, It's a pulsing, grotesque malignant abnormality. Dripping liquidized gore and bizarre stench all over the godamned place. It's fucking gross. A bubbling caustic upheaval of intestinal disgorgement. A putrefactive and partially devoured fetal cadaver decomposure. An acrid infestation of rotten exuberance. A repulsive, reeking, steaming mess of chopped apart remnants scattered about. A rancid discharge of hideous rectal acids. A disfigured atrocity of formerly living human tissue. Decayed fecal ooze. Dissolving muscular syrup. Oxidized, masticated chunks. Semisolid brain fragments sliding from a smashed open skull.

No shame, no guilt. It's a nasty pile of ROT. Alive yet very VERY dead…

Thank you, you've been a beautiful, mangled and mostly burnt audience. See you in 3 different body bags next year!

March 20th, 2005