The County Medical Examiners formed in 2001 as a Carcass tribute band. Their goal is to respectfully continue the same early sound Carcass created in the mid-to-late ‘80s.
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THANKS FOR THE ADD.,YOUR MUSIC IS TOTALLY PUTRESCENCE AND PATHOLOGICAL BIZARRE...THE COUNTY MEDICAL EXAMINERS IS A IMPORTANT INFLUENCE TO DISMENORREA.....SUPPORT THE NAZTY AND BIZARRE GUYS..........PURE FUCKING MEDICAL PATHOLOGIST CLINISISM ATROSITIES. <img src="ht
Music has probably been made that is harder than that found on Country Medical Examiners' sophomore release, OLIDOUS OPERETTAS, but as Dr. Morton Fairbank's guitar grinds, Dr. Jack Putnam's drums pummel, and Dr. Guy Radcliffe's bass slugs away, one must surely place the trio near the peak of the loud/heavy mountain. Without a doubt, though, no band has ever composed lyrics as disgusting--and bracing--as those found in these perverted, medically descriptive odes to mutilation. For that alone, they deserve kudos. Yikes.
“We do stray from the typical malign pathologist tact, it’s true. THE COUNTY MEDICAL EXAMINERS offers an oddly beautiful take on life through a sobering look at death, with an affection for science and medical progress, an ode to all things morbidly educational. We’re intricate machines, us humans, and when those around us die, we should be reminded of our lives; and when those around us die horribly or are murdered, we should take comfort in the fact that a decedent can speak from the slab and point with bloody finger at its killer. Medicine and science exalts us, and coupled with ethical considerations, ascends us to a godhood over our own destinies. When life is framed by birth and death, ennobling it with brief temporal beauty, and we master the understanding of its terminating end, well, we’ve achieved something wonderful. TCME tries to keep the lyrics firmly in the CARCASS realm, but with a penchant for medical history and discovery (we’ve three new songs on this album dealing with the lives of early trailblazing anatomists and pathologists) and medico criminology, as well as a reveling in the disgusting aspects of death, because while revolting at first, you’d be surprised at the art involved with putrefaction; the colors alone—detailed in our new song “Kaleidoscopic Malacia”—can rival that of an Impressionist oil painting. There’s a sublime economy to death and dissolution. It’s absurd, but so is death, and while there is gravity in the topic, there is also great joy. All this makes for plenty of song topics.”.....Genius!!
Tools of the trade, forceps and blades Skillfully lathed, for us to maim.
Bone levers, spikes, malleable scoops, Plates and chisels, screws and spoons, Drills, respatories, files and durettes, Guillotines, gags and compression forceps.
Tools of the trade, ripping the rib-cage, To remissly lustrate, so pleased to maim.
[Lead: Maim to please by W.G Steer] [Lead: Up to the hilt by M. Amott]
Retractors, mallets, rugines and benders, Chisels, rods, sharps and catheters, Trephines, undines, irons and styrups, Depressors, tongues, sterile catgut.
Tools of the trade, stainless steel blades, Painstakingly lathed, we're so pleased to maim. Will I ever see my absolute favorite songs of 2007 performed live?
I FINALLY got the latest album at Amoeba the other day... I'd like to go on record as having said this is the single most perfectly executed idea ever. From the o-card to the scented disc and that fuckin booklet. Simply amazing. You've goddamned outdone yourselves.
Orally force fed, until cirmosis is induced, Fatal renal failure, bleeds like a sluice, Spewing blood as the gallbladder extrudes, Alcoholic poisoning, bloated lobules burst, Toxins flood the stomach, in diffluence submerged. Coughting waste as the wrecked colon tears.
The blood now critically proof, neural cells fatally quenched, Drowning in spilt retention, hepatic tissue ferments.
Poisoned retention, with intoxication, Inflamed nephrons burst, your condition's getting worse, Chronically diffused, your liver you will lose.
Bodily distillation, as emerged flesh reacts, With alcoholic contents, in your urinally tract. Dripping fluid as the decrepit appendix weeps. Matter turns to fluid, intoxicating ablution, Bilary dehydration, innards to solution. Bleeding urine as the inflamed bladder rips.
The blood now critically proof, neural cells fatally quenched, Drowning in spilt retention, hepatic tissue ferments.
Contamination, foul circulation. Alcohol force fed, goes straight to your head, Brain tissue damaged, fused with alcohol sewage. In a stupor you die, your brain lobes you fry....Did the good doctors attend the necropsy last nite at the ballroom?
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