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Release Date: 2007 Record Label: American Line Track list:
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Paracoccidioidomicosisproctitissarcomucosis - Aromatica germenexcitacion en Orgias de Viscosa y Amarga Putrefacción Paracoccidioidomicosisproctitissarcomucosis. That's a metal record for the longest and the most unmemorable band name, even the pusillanimous power metal fans know that. Back when their debut was released, people were more titillated by their band name than the music, which is a real shame for Satyriasis and Nymphomania was a delectable and bed-riddeningly sickening porno death/grind album in the vein of their country mates Disgorge's groundbreaking album Chronica Corpora Infest. I would tell you more about it but I know you are still looking at their copy-pasted band name right now. After a rather long and agonising wait, Paracocci, as they are sweetly called, unzipped their pants and revealed Aromatica... to the world. Sick metal fans gasped more dramatically than porn stars that are paid to do it. Expectations were as high as the imaginary height of their erection, but it is safe to say that their first album wasn't a fluke, and that those with vaginas will have to regard them seriously and finally get over their band name fixation. Sadly there are no sweet instrumental songs to start or conclude Aromatica... with. But even more sadly, this time to the extent of hurting, there remains their long ass horny intros that take a goregrind song lifetime to get over. But when the music begins, rest assured, it will knock your pants off. First song's massively dark and heavy opening riff will make you feel as if your ears are getting fingered by an oversized Afro-cock. It is a palpable and joyous fact that their production has inflated like a pregnant sedentary housewife. Earlier where everything seemed to be running around in different directions at the same time, here it is stuck together with a cohesive, smothering sound. There appears to be a vague method adopted here and not just random improvisation as it seemed on their first album, which admittedly takes away a little fun. Then again Paracocci now have an imposing air about them, the misgivings they might have had for their reprehensible acts earlier have now completely evaporated. They seem to realise that this is their true calling, and that this rapidly degenerating, perverse world has no reservations towards their repulsive art as previously imagined. This is still pretty much the Paracocci we know. Long, mostly porno-natured intros that make the musicians themselves horny and when it's their turn to perform they can't help but ejaculate with a burst of blasting that is followed by ungovernable sonic sickness. Vocals that comprise of muffled roars that reek of bushy armpit odour and rasps that are sizzling and also those which seem to have the life squeezed out of the throat they are emanating from. Drumming that is unrestrained (though not as much as on their debut) and bone-rattling blasts seem to go off at random. Riffs that are sick and mangled as ever, and like angered bees, hover and dart off all over the place. Then you also have the tiny sick-sounding riffs which have this peculiar tone to them, as if they are being smothered by evil obese woman but somehow manage to squeak up for itself as and when the music demands (check out the “Arriba Mexico...”). The next song has drowsy, dizzying riffs that sound as though they are being played by a guitarist who is in the middle of an orgasm, very cool indeed. Then of course Paracocci settle very easily for jangling hooks and stomping parts, which over here sound pant-shittingly intimidating due to their boosted production job that also colours them black. These dark heavy parts are also employed much more frequently than before, at the cost of some of their putrid nastiness perhaps, but sound very satisfying nevertheless. It must be brought to Paracocci's notice how detrimental their long intros are proving to be. Having an average length of a whole fucking minute, they can be really frustrating and clearly overshoot the purpose. And it's not like their intros are entertaining either like say Hipermenorrea [review]. Okay, so their soul mates Disgorge did on their best album but even they have really stopped since. Paracocci don't need to rely on interminable embarrassing intros to drive the penis across. Final Verdict: Buy, of course. Even the ones who couldn't get into their debut album could do with giving Aromatica... a cumshot, for it is a much more digestible album. As for those who know this Paracocci only because of their unusual band name, I shall leave them at their own shallow action-less amusement.
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