Giving GoreGrind its Groove Back, by Cryptic Gallbladder Splatter

Giving GoreGrind its Groove Back

by Cryptic Gallbladder Splatter

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1.	Big Trouble Little 'gina 00:23		buy track
2.	Vaginal Inflammation with a Side Order of Blisters, Boils, and Sanguine 01:07	lyrics	buy track
“Vaginal Inflammation with a Side Order of Blisters, Boils, and Sanguine” Is it just me or is that uteral cess coming down your legs? Vulvitis due to infiltrating viral infection! Bloody sheets, tampons, and tissue… How can such atrocities sustain on our lower extremities? Your swollen vagina is inflamed, malignant, and rotting! Decrepit cavern spattering and squirting all over me Drenched in mucous, disease, and curiosity Someone call a doctor! She’s going into convulsions! Bet you never guessed you’d die from the inside out Mycosis of rashes and mumps! Green gelatinous abnormality All thanks to a lack of genital hygiene
3.	Emaciating Pus Stump Fortifying Putrid Cadaverous Stink 01:03	lyrics	buy track
“Emaciating Pus Stump Fortifying Putrid Cadaverous Stink” My body lying dead in the street Globbing gobs of jellified plasma and magnesium Bloody heap for the buzzards to pick Impregnated bacterium Gestating pandemic contagion Home for flies to breed And maggot offspring to feed I’m nothing more than a participant in decomp! Capillaries and arteries clotted with coagulation Fluids erupting from my body like a hose Mouth left open – forming crust on my tongue And every place that cess can grow The final conclusion to life Now a Sheppard of pathology Embolism crepitating gray matter as every organ, Abcess and bladder swells fatter and spatters in the matter of splatter! Optic sludge drips down my cheeks Making me weep even though I am dead
4.	Six Feet Plunder 01:53	lyrics	buy track
“Six Feet Plunder” Can you smell it Patterson? Well I don’t think we can dig this mass grave any deeper Smells like money… Breathe it in! Bring out the dead - There’s plots for the picking and mouths to be fed Hands stained with red - Grave robbing to ditch the bodies in the back of the shed Making that cream off of gangrene! Digging up the old stiffs to let the fresh ones drop And selling back the used tombs a few thousand a pop At Burr Oaks you know there’s controversy In the mortuary when they house more con men than corpses! From dawn to dusk then dust to dumpster There’s always room for your loved ones here
5.	Sowell Hotel 01:24	lyrics	buy track
“Sowell Hotel” Murder takes time to master You truly can’t savor the kill Until you’re knee deep in the dead I wish all the people that I have killed Could have felt the rush that I feel When I quench these carnal urges That seems to grow stronger still! Then and again, I guess they never will - Ha! I still wonder… Fools, all those lies and they still believed me Who’s next? Cleveland Ohio, a place where the nerd gets the girl And people drink coffee with yeast! Where I like to stack the bodies high Spray Febreze to hide the stink Dames… I’d like to welcome you to the new House of Pain Complete with rape, saw blades, and a shallow grave! I promise you that if you don’t mind the sex I won’t mind the stains… Killing comes easy when you save her later to fuck!
6.	Homemade Lobotomy Tips Using Elmer’s Glue and Popsicle Sticks 01:20	lyrics	buy track
“Homemade Lobotomy Tips Using Elmer’s Glue and Popsicle Sticks” A basement performed lobotomy! That pulsating wound on your forehead is bleeding quite profusely! Here’s a few aspirin tablets for that throbbing migraine Notice how I covered that exposed patch of brain with a roll of scotch tape Head traumatic seizures worsen as you twitch on the floor Would you mind closing your mouth cause you’re drooling all over my new shoes! Human vegetable meat bag! We’ve amputated your legs! Drumsticks marinated, tenderized, and barbequed How do they taste? Lo and behold a retarded grin with liquid hickory smoke dripping from the chin
7.	Caucasian Raw Hide On Back Order 01:10	lyrics	buy track
“Caucasian Raw Hide On Back Order” Deep in the halls of the Burn Trauma Department There is a financial trade between a patient, a doctor, and a fucking skin merchant! Bodily reconstruction through franchise Skin graft technology has brought back marketing human beings Only this time… It’s done piece by piece!
8.	The Clump Chronicles of Aborto and Man Sheath 01:18	lyrics	buy track
“The Clump Chronicles of Aborto and Man Sheath” Operator I need medical assistance! I feel like my belly’s bursting and I’m splitting from the seams! I don’t know what to tell you… Tell me what is it?! It’s a smegmated sibling… Oh no, that can’t be! Tell me that’s not it! I think I’m getting sick! Tell me that’s not it! Living together since our conception - a massive wad of calcified congestion 35 years as a fetal cruise liner – giving birth across the bikini line Fuck cesarean scars!
9.	Fender Blender 01:37	lyrics	buy track
“Fender Blender” Being brain dead does wonders for the automobile manufacturers Cadaveric Sunday drivers reach sixty to zero with the aid of concrete All in the name of science! Meters mounted on the head, neck, sternum, and clavicle Corpses propped up gently with seat belts fastened for safety as human crash dummies! High speed frontal crash collision to gauge tempered glass resistance Gaping scalp to chin lacerations from violent whip lash through windshield You can’t give dead men concussions! But you can give them plenty of hairline skull fractures Improving car design and impact tolerance research It’s nice to see the dead help the living
10.	E-Bollusa Coffee Talk 02:58	lyrics	buy track
“E-Bollusa Coffee Talk” Mother… Mother! Mother! Mother! Can you change my bandages, my back is scabbing over Oh no! Not now! My fingers have fused together and the ball games tomorrow! Don’t look! Don’t touch! Talk to the boy whose skin is falling off… Thinking of what to say to a batch of mummified children Needing more bandages than a whore has pap smears! I think I feel a little ill from the sight of these skinless creatures Watching their own mothers hold back their tears Excuse me mam… I seem to have puked all over your kid!

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released July 23, 2011

Recorded and Mixed by Samur Khouja at Seahorse Sound in the winter of 2009
Mastered by Scott Hull at Visceral Sound
Art work by Erik Fernandez
Layout and color by Nelson I. Leal
Classical Guitar duet on E. Bollusa Coffee Talk written and performed Phillip and Aldo Galatioto
All songs written by Cryptic Gallbladder Splatter
Thank you to all our friends and to all the bands we have played with over the years. We couldn’t have done this without your support and this is for you. Sorry it took so long. A special thanks to Dustin Reush and Shawn Ryan for input and support from the beginning.
CRYPTIC GALLBLADDER SPLATTER is:
Vocals: Erik Fernandez
Guitar: Aldo Galatioto
Bass/Vocals: Rusty Kennedy
Drums: Phillip Galatioto

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Cryptic Gallbladder Splatter Los Angeles, California

After a decade of haunts, the quartet of misery has returned to bring forth a new gruesome nightmare!

THE REAPING PHANTASM!

An audible spectral descent into a chasm of endless terror!
Join us as we usher doom through the ectoplasmic rift and witness the smoldered hands that come to drag you to your end! ... more