Imagine a fetus stuffed with a dog carcass and then left on the floor of a bus depot in Trenton, NJ. Then imagine that mess covered in sausage gravy and eaten by a minotaur with a snaggle-toothed anus for a face. Take that image in for a couple hours. Only then will you be ready to handle the new blast of terror shit-core from Pestilence Palace. Rage seethes like maggots across the new cassette. Fear permeates the guitars like a fallen angel descended into eternal hellfire. Gird your soul as Pestilence Palace shits entrails all over it.
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