PACIFISTER - LULLABY FOR THE NEW BIRTH c92

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https://deathtreatrecords.bandcamp.com/album/lullabye-for-the-new-birth

Death Treat commissioned a black white noise ambient suite from Pacifister and he brought back a message from the surface of the sun: Go to sleep. Go to sleep. Close your big bloodshot eyes. Do not wake. Die Die Die. Lullabye For The New Birth is both a nuclear blast that burns off both your nuts AND your eardrums as well as a weapon for clearing the room of parents, co-workers, girlfriends, the man, or any combination thereof, guaranteed. Not responsible for speaker or relationship damage. You have been warned.credits side A 1. Go To Sleep

side B

1. Do Not Wake

KRUMMHOLZ - RAGING CORPSE c21

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Tired of NC-17 sexgrind and ready to move on to the shit that’s banned every- where except Germany? Pop this in your slot. Like torrents of insect guitar raining down on robot amphibians, Krummholz leaves no rest for your wicked, overworked dick and taint.

http://soundcloud.com/death-treat-records/krummholz-fast-nirvana-cover

side A 1. Faceshot 2. Jizm Repossession 3. Secondhand Uterus 4. Dicktits 5. Pepsicolanoscopy side B 1. Good MILF Hunting 2. Lindsay Lohanjob 3. Fast Nirvana Cover

POTIONS c38

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A slow train to a carnival necropolis, spraying soot and ash on both sides of the tracks, Potions is Dayton, Ohio’s answer to...NOTHING, fuckers! Those pukes down at the music store never knew how much you can do with two drummers and a singer with a bunch of pedals. Potions has been been brewing up a doom-crust metal stench weekly at the teen center behind the Goodwill for the last 11 months and now it’s committed to tape forever, “forever” as in the way you’ll be howling while covered in mucus as your girlfriend screams and you both get sucked down into snail-infested quicksand forever. side A 1. Willow Weep for You 2. Necrofellatio 3. Sandman and Son 4. Grammy’s Stroking Crackula 5. Hellatosis 6. Bob Geldof Ruined Pink Floyd side B 1. Nightsoil pt.I-VII

BLAST GASP - DIE-ODERANT c46

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Who knew that Lititz, Pennsylvania had a burgeoning sludgecore scene? Death Treat did, fucko. Blast Gasp poisons your stereo with nonstop cassette hum like an Amish zombie groaning. Roll across the charred fields of sound in a black horse- drawn buggy scraping across melting rural routes of doom into the sunset of musical decrepitude. Don’t say we didn’t warn you. side A 1. Big Nil 2. Shititz side B 1. Gunkard2 2. Hell-Haul

YUPUQUE - DIE AND GET A MONUMENT c18

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What kind of metal? Heavy metal. Who’s playing it? Four guys. Why? Because they hate society. Where? In Ron’s garage next to the Astro van. When? Blink and you’ll miss them. This mini concept album puts lyrics about abortion and how fucked up religion is over some screaming guitars. It’s thrashcore so don’t compli-cate things. side A 1. Episcopocalypse 2. Foetal Custody 3. Terminal Hypochondria side B 1. Puke-aholic 2. Roast of Stench 3. Symbolic Metaphor

Necrotard - Hetard, Shetard, Wetard c46

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Fronted by that super angry kid with Down’s Syndrome that gets in fights at the mall in Chico, Bob Roberts, Necrotard is like the first Meat Puppets album if you ran it through a dishwasher and swaddled it in jeans from Costco. Kurt Cobain’s not dead, he just forget English words and stapled a set list written in blood to his mummy-face. side A 1. Shitstorm on the Horizon 2. Malarial Buzz 3. Laquer Daquiri 4. Drop D Diarrhea 5. F Is for Death 6. Exploded Numbskull Vitrine 7 Pustular Pirate side B 1. Negated Assclown 2. Fukt in a Dumpster 3. Germophilia 4. Horrific Failed Guardrail Incident 5. Baby-Q 6. Umbilicus Erectus

VENEREAL EQUINOX - RAISE YOU FROM THE DEAD TO KILL YOU AGAIN c38

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Klip "Full Klip" Flintloch, check. Little shit brother Riley "Murdered", check. 3 Crate 50W FXT50 amps, check. 1 Dimebag Darrel Signature model Hamer guitar, check. 1 custom modded 2 string Hondo bass guitar, check. 1 Metal Zone pedal, check. 1 Boss digital distortion pedal, check. 65 pounds of cracked Sabian cymbals, check. 4 cartons of Doral menthols, check. 4 pairs of cargo shorts, check. 28 pounds of denim, check. 1 case of crabs, check. 32MB of Audacity files, check. Ready for take-your-face-off!

https://soundcloud.com/death-treat-records/venereal-equinox

1. Fecal Pustule 2. Gnard-On 3. Suppertime for Satan 4. Gash Gash Cum 5. Skin Tag 6. The Velvet Undergarment 7. Dick Stent 8. Serpent of Repent 9. Char 10. ToxiFuck 11. Depths of Depravity

Crown of Sores - Death Maggot c31

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More disease-fixated grindcore nonsense from some stupid corner of this wasted, devolved country by pimply teenage cannon-fodder pumped out of some Squire-ass gear from Guitar Center in the parent’s garage Tecate spilled on the rug smelling like a vegan curry fart you know the fucking drill.

https://soundcloud.com/death-treat-records/crown-of-sores

1. ANAL CRUST 2. URETHRA MAGGOT 3. COCK MART 4. DEVILS BUSINESS 5. PORNOCOPIA 6. SPERMACYDE 7. CRYPTOSTAB 8. DEATH MAGGOT

BLACK FUNGUS - ANAL CRUST c25

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Like an unlubricated chimney broom searching the darkest crevasses of your mental exhaust pipe, Black Fungus plunges in and out of your wasted ears with direful wrath. This Celtic crust-thrash juggernaut vocalizes about all kinds of ancient child sacrifices of yore or some shit, but you'll be too busy picking the decibel cotton out of your ears to notice.

https://soundcloud.com/death-treat-records/black-fungus

1.Baby-Q 2.Umbilicus Erectus 3.Cumblech 4.Ardhfarghler 5.Schwunghllehoff 6.Cyr Ded (Anal Crust) 7.Blyrh-urgnh 8.Quachmillf 9.Queefhaern 10.D'z'l'f'gu'b'doom

XENOXOTH - FUCK BURZUM c31

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Not as a fun as a barrel of Nembutol, but Xenoxoth'll still tickle your nose hairs right where they grow out of your brain. Cuts like "Plavix Procol Eruptor" make good on the promise of the title, zapping you back from the coronary arrest of your pathetic symphonic metal-induced apathy. Comes in a cassette shell lightly coated with Abilify, which you can lick or grind up the shell and snort it, although we at Death Treat would NEVER recomend that. Take as needed for headbanging! Oh yea and P.S. Fuck Burzum, when's the last time he did a rightious crime, fuckboy!

1.Cialis Death Storm 2.Hectic Autopsy 3.Deep Vein Thrombosis 4.Sex Hospice Cathedral 5.Natas Mephisto Nexium 6.Viagris Advantis Allegra 7.Proton Pump Inhibitor 8.Plavix Procol Eruptor 9.FUCK BURZUM

https://soundcloud.com/death-treat-records/xenoxoth-fuck-burzum

OTUM RECTEPULENT - MIND LICE WADDLE TOWARDS THEIR CHRISTIAN HOST c41

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You may wonder what Otum Rectepulent means. Keep wondering, douchtard! The anywhere between one and seven members of this Toledo-based poisoned lemonade stand of a band think it's probly what your sister's armpit smells like after they've fagooled it. And in case you don't get it, you middle school dropout, Otum Rectepulent's dayjob/s as epistemological Episcopalian exterminators puts them in a unique position to know about mind-lice and their godward tendencies.

1.Canal of Entrails 2.Cunt Rabies 3.Hostile Mexican Fox News Takeover Massacre 4.Log-Tied to the Pitchfok 5.Shovel the Drive Fucker 6.Mind Lice Waddle Towards Their Christian Host 7.Herniated Whip 8.Flesh Moat

https://soundcloud.com/death-treat-records/otum-rectepulent

CARNIWHORE -  ORANGE SHIT-GIBBON ADDRESSES HIS MARKS c60

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The orange shit-gibbon vomits missives from his puckered anus face and his acolytes swallow. The orange shit-gibbon sits on his golden throne and admires his anus hair from a thousand cameras. The orange shit-gibbon punches half-thoughts into the glad rag that smells like his daughter and shoots blanks. The orange shit-gibbon is confused by shiny things and therefor is easy to control. The orange shit-gibbon is an ass-faced weapon of stupidity, malice, and capitalism. The orange-faced gibbon is the face of America.

1. The Corporations Have Honed Your Mouth Anus 2. The Corporations Have Honed Your Mouth Anus

https://soundcloud.com/death-treat-records/orange-shit-gibbon-addresses-his-marks

TORCH PEN - A STY IN THE EYE C31

sold out Like a flaming bag of dogshit on Halloween, Torch Pen bring a Satan-size bic lighter to your earhole and smokes blue crack out of your empty skull. Your dog? On fire. Your family? On fire. Your Ford Fiesta you use to drive to your line cook job? On fire and rolling down an embankment of riffs. What's it all mean? Fuck you! Hahahahaha. 1. Flaming Bowels 2. Flaming Horde 3. Flaming Grave 4. Flaming Clouds 5. Flaming Palace 6. Flaming Phallus 7. Flaming Chalice 8. Flaming Brunskis

PESTILENCE PALACE - PISS PAIN c37

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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.

1. Angel Crust 2. Dark Sun 3. Snakewhip 4. Cigarette Inferno 5. The Orc's Plea 6. Wizard Dick

GUNT - GOAD THE HORDES TO MURDER c53

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Gunt's unique brand of southern thrash core returns with this self-titled interrogation of phone-dom in all its cowardly forms.  Adding a second bassist for several tracks, this collection's maniacally rhapsodic numbers chug along like a club-footed yeti in a forty yard dash.  Perfect background for making stoned soup out of broken lava lamp shards.

1. Nightpath 2. Cum Blisters 3. I Plague You 4. Defective Invective 5. Asbestos Vulva 6. Mouth of a Raped Tapeworm 7. To Basilisk 8. Fuck You, Dad 9. Decay, Decay, Decay 10. Forfeit 11. Feed You To The Semarath

MASTITIS - GULCH OF SHUN c25

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From a suburban slug pit in Newark emerges Mastitis, brown gluk and fetid pizza for a diet of death. Your mother plays this tape while driving alone in her Buick and regrets your existence. Too shallow to be sad, this void sucks the faint wholesomeness out of a decimated landscape of scum.

1. Chancre of Hanthorn 2. Lacquered Abcess 3. Harbinger 4. Gut Child 5. Grabass with the Devil

PUS TREATY - MIDNIGHT IN VISCERA c30

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Green, viscous as past due-date yogurt, choking us all in the night, waves of puking sub-bass from 4-string axe wielders Argh and Gargh, pustulating drumathons from Anton Wardead and the lung-coruscating throat-hammers of vocal contortionist Iaglon, from the swamps of southern Arkansas come groans of despair unfit for college radio, brought to you by the Supreme Council of Kohlkhanon and available at doom-hiss merchants everywhere. 1. Anal Basement 2. Coronated Ambassador 3. Crustula 4. Mucus Plug