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Maxinʼ with the Maximums
Gonna bring it to you fly
Hit your head with lyric murder
And the style will make you die
MP freaks are gonna bring ya
The kinda beatz to kill ya
Homicidal riffa/slasher
Lyrics perverted like a flasher
From the help of herbal implements
Bass is crushing like blunt instruments
Sound is breaking through your cranium
As you think of murderous incidents
Coming at ya raw cutting suckers with my saw
Slicing fools with medical tools
And laughing at the gore...
DeSalvo in your headphones
With the cord heʼll strangle
Sadismoʼs got the axe
With intent your mind to mangle
Music to your rear causing carnage
Getting bent, then you turn the track up louder
Before you know it “Where your face went?”
My words are spurtingʼ like Peter Kurten
As a victim he is hurting
Got your Hi-Fi speakers working
Like the Claremont killer, lurking...
Got a chord to leave you jerkinʼ
While youʼre twitching, weʼre smirkingʼ
Ream you ears with complex wording
From the Maximum Perversion!
Chillinʼ with the perverts
Music mincing up your mind
Queasy listening as your blood spurts
From your ears with MP grind
“Itʼs too loud; make it tame!”
Nah, canʼt do it, wonʼt refrain
From causing pain to your brain
Like John Gacy or Ed Gein
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Caramel Corpse
02:03
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Feast on candied cadavers, sugar fused with rot
Good time sweetshop in your wooden box
Macerating marrow is scraped from your bone
Lysosome marshmallow in vitriolic foam
Sacrin impregnation... making toffee in your coffi n
Grub infestation reminds me that youʼre rotten
Haemorrhage ʻn honey... your death is sickly sweet
Post-mortem culinary delights for me to eat
Foul stench of rot as sanguine gore seeps
Smell is no deterrent as I craft necrotic sweets
Tissue turns to treacle, crystallising in your chest
“Out of the strong came forth sweetness”
In your self-saucing death
Caster coalescence... Forming bloody truffl es
Peppermint putrescence... Zymotic smelly dribbles
Butter basting fossil... Caked oedema weeps
Caramel excrescence... Fecundate to make sweets
Liquored giblets... Phenylketonurics
Bubbling appendix in sprinkly bits
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Here is a tale of a man and his member
But there are some factors that you must remember
John Bobbitʼs wife thought heʼd treated her wrong
So John woke one night and he found his dick gone
With a quick snip, it was done in a tick
When John Bobbitʼs wife; she cut of his dick...
She got in her car and then drove away quick
She wound down the window
Then his dick she did fl ick
John Bobbit - You lost it
John Bobbit - She chopped it
Here is a tale of a dismembered member
A tale that itʼs owner will always remember
ʻCause John wet the bed on that terrible night
And the blood on the sheets
Was a memorable sight
When John Bobbitʼs wife took a knife to his snake
She had no idea of the money heʼd make...
With his schlong sewed back on
He can bob it once more
The porno actor whoʼs movie I saw...
She chopped it!
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F.D.S.
02:30
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How dare you come here in disarray?
Brown stains on your tights give you away
Your leaky arse is not wanted here... you fucking reek!
Fucking diarrhoea slut....
Hot stuff coming out your butt
Fucking diarrhoea slut....
Hot stuff coming out your butt
Sagging pants bulge full of shit
When it comes to stench, girl youʼre it!
Fucking diarrhoea slut....
Hot stuff coming out your butt
Fucking diarrhoea slut....
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Heaven's Gate
02:54
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Millennium brings the end of time
To live, your life you will excise
Mad doctrine bleeds the foolish mind
At heavenʼs gate you will find
Salvation in the stars, Follow Do and Ti
Spaceship to the heavens - Your life youʼll leave...
A cosmic saviour you believe
Will lead you to your own reprieve
From an earthly life, so bleak
Divine delusions as you seek
Retribution in the sky, transcending sanity
Wear the purple shroud
Your god youʼll never see...
In UFO youʼll fl y
So pack your bags and say “Goodbye”
Come one, come fool and find out why
Space means nothing when you die!
Student of the holy teaching
Hear the disillusioned preaching
You must have a strong belief
To practice terminal-relief
Travel high above the clouds
Purple triangle shrouds
The kingdom you seek wonʼt be found
The space for you is in the ground...
Theological premonition...
Incongruous: your religion...
An obsequial life-ambition...
Suicide for science fiction!
Your abstruse astronomy
Breeds renascent fantasy
Soon to leave your life behind
Outer space, or out of mind?
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Bill Bass' Body Shop
01:26
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Thereʼs a special place in Tennessee
Itʼs where I would like to be
There they cater for special needs
Like the need to be with the deceased
Bill Bassʼ Body Shop
Your last stop for a decayed crop
Shop ʻtil you drop then youʼll be stock
At Bill Bassʼ Body Shop
Thereʼs a special place in Tennessee
Where decay and rot comes for free
Progressive putrefaction tends to please
On Bill Bassʼ choicest dead bodies
Bill Bassʼ Body Shop
Your last stop for a rotting crop
On sludge and slop we wonʼt be topped
At Bill Bassʼ Body Shop
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Psychodad
01:45
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Whoʼs that riding into the sun?
Whoʼs the man with an itchy gun?
Whoʼs the man who kills for fun?
Whoʼs that man who sleeps with a gun?
But he does love his son,
Killed his wife ʻcause she weighed a ton...
Psychodad!
A little touched, or so weʼre told,
Killed his wife ʻcause she had a cold,
Might as well, she was gettinʼ old...
Whoʼs the tall dark stranger there,
The one with the gun and the icy stare,
The one with the scalp of his ex-wifeʼs hair?
Psychodad!
Whoʼs that riding across the plain?
Whoʼs lost count of the wives heʼs slain,
Who is the man whoʼs plum insane?
Psychodad!
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Thy Icecream Consumed
03:35
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Got a craving... Icy, cold treat
Flavoured popsicle I love to eat
Lolly yielding madman...
Ice cream van full of ice cream
Children pestering for frozen confectionery
Such a chilly find sitting up the back
Pushing kids out the way, the ice cream I unwrap
Cram it into my mouth; the taste makes me grin
The wooden stick I throw in the bin
I scream for that ice cream, I need to eat a few...
I just want to see what it tastes like
A dental shiver - Eating straight from the tub
Emulsive concentration
Swirling in chocolate condiments
Desert is my life, vanilla slice
Devouring the cold, served in a bowl
Unhealthy obsession; the frozen I eat
Brain pain to follow knocks me off my feet
Lolly yielding madman
Waffle cone jammed in cake hole
Licking... Streaming... Melting... Screaming...
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Heʼs a man whoʼs friends with grime
From your bath heʼll lick the slime
Germs and dirt he does not fear
Unhygienic-man is here...
Unhygenio fun with scum
Mouldy sandwich? Heʼll have some!
Fast-food restaurant... lick the fl oor
Public toilet... kiss the door
Foreign coins to savour ʻn suck
Soup to drink from kitchen muck
Wafting smell to make you sick
Soiled and stained and unhygienic-man!
Sewerage mains - dirt desert
Various stains on pants and shirt
Dive in to a sneezersʼ mist
Bacterial friends he canʼt resist
Use-by-date labels heʼs peeling
His smell leaves you reeling: Itʼs unhygienic-man!
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Maximum Perversion Perth, Australia
Jon Bassett: G-string Guitars
& Ruptured lower-intestine growls
Jason Chipchase:
Gonad Guitars
& Deep-throat eructations
Daniel Majer: Nobby Doldrums
& Blistered, red-raw throat yells
Andrew Bassett: Brown Bass
& Psychopathic teen-screams
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