Forever Turgid: MISCDISCRMX

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FOREVER TURGID: MISCDISCRMX

In 2010, Recreational Episiotomy released "Fully Turgid" on Buriedinhell Records* as a digital download. It compiled the first five RecEpis releases into a single 61-track package, with the added attraction of 33 bonus tracks - a collection of compilation appearances, remixes, cover songs, and other previously unreleased material.

Now, with the remixing and re-release of those first five EPs as individual downloads, the "bonus disc" material has been remixed as well - not to mention fattened to include even more never-before-heard tracks! Unfinished vintage material from the early 2000's has been newly completed; songs originally released in edited form have been restored to their full versions; and even this collection of bonus tracks, with newly added bonus tracks, has BONUS TRACKS ITSELF!

Clocking in at just under 40 minutes, this is by far the longest RecEpis album ever - not to mention the weirdest and most eclectic!

Best of all: if you combine it with the first five EPs, it totals 99 tracks and fits PERFECTLY on a 74-minute CD!!

Some of the subjects addressed lyrically herein: a childhood friend, a candy store, the psychoanalysis of castration anxiety, moshing on angel dust, serial killer Patrick Mackay, a particularly nasty torture device, suicide-by-cop, the TV show "Full House", geopotential of tropopause, and various ditties about the cooking and eating of pigs, diseased cows, Kazakhstani hookers, and joggers. Also included are an epic poem summarizing the history of religion; and a reenactment of the media coverage of the assassination of noted homosexual Abraham Lincoln.

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released January 23, 2016

* buriedinhellrecords.blogspot.com

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Track Name: PCP Windmill (aka Pitmaster)
PCP WINDMILL A.K.A. PITMASTER

Un-stoppable pit master
Violent dance lust
Hap-hazard thrashing
High as fuck on angel dust
Never stops punching, even when the music stops
Audience is leveled
Call the cops!
Now it's moving towards the sirens and alarms
Their bullets are useless to his blur of whipping arms
His hardcore flailing, karate kicks and spins
Take down all the officers
He fights a car and wins
Track Name: The First Bowl of Volts
THE FIRST BOWL OF VOLTS

My life was only uterine when bladdered dad put his boot in
Tortoise flambé, rabbits, cats
The demons in the Finchley flat
Right off the bridge at Hungerford then fondle corpse of younger birds
The homeless homicide condemns a nameless vagrant to the Thames
The New Cross train, lead pipes and knives and axes slice right through their lives
Track Name: Contagious Abortion
CONTAGIOUS ABORTION

Poisoned teat and womb
Milk sick misdiagnosis
Poisoned feeding room
Contagious Brucellosis
She can't stop singin' "I've got fuckin' rock fever"
Blot out the yellow trash carrier
Cross the blood-brain barrier
Track Name: Volle Hütte
VOLLE HÜTTE

Full House Full House Full House
John Stamos
Full House Full House Full House
Motherfucking Full House
Track Name: Mating Nets and Discovered Attacks
MATING NETS AND DISCOVERED ATTACKS

Fuck me only with thine eyes
A dancing tarantula on a butter dish
Semen stains on leather blinders
Unwashed raw vegetables and cough syrup
A pound of flesh in the hand is worth a thousand safewords
Track Name: Sweet Factory
SWEET FACTORY

The reflection of the hammer in the pig's eyes
A prepubescent jackpot
The protein smell of a thousand fingers mixes with my own
In the store on a corner with a handful of little blue balls
Track Name: Siberian Ravioli Prostitute
SIBERIAN RAVIOLI PROSTITUTE

Keepin’ warm in a Kazakhstan loony bin with five-alarm chili and seven-hooker pelmeni
Track Name: Powerwalker Casserole
POWERWALKER CASSEROLE

Strip all the meat from the groin to the ankle
Just a couple hours from treadmill to table
Preheat oven to three-hundred fifty
5 minutes per pound, she'll be done in a jiffy
Cookin' a leg, cook-cookin' a leg
The leg of a jogger, cook-cookin' a leg
Track Name: Raftbuggery
RAFTBUGGERY

"Robble Robble"
Track Name: Overpass
OVERPASS

Unholy ass shitting from the overpass
Track Name: Skeen
SKEEN

Skeen
Track Name: Chicarrón Infidelidad (Vocal Version)
CHICARRÓN INFIDELIDAD (VOCAL VERSION)

Flayed chopped and boiled, the brain remains to wonder why
Track Name: Suicidio dalla Polizia
SUICIDIO DALLA POLIZIA

You keep the peace on a fuckin’ short leash.
Die OR KILL ME.
Kill me you fucking pig.
I will kill you, or I’ll die, and it will feel so good for you to...
Track Name: Ocaolaassic (Original Version)
OCAOLAASSIC

Froggy went recording, invoking demon Conky
Big Lick walker soring understudies for the donkey
Track Name: Blades of Lake Fistless
BLADES OF LAKE FISTLESS

I'm gonna make Christmas in front of your house
Dull blades, living blades
Sharp sting of confidence
Gassing up on Lake Fistless in front of your house
Dirtcuffs, eyemuffs
Power grip of self-defense
Track Name: Beth Shenayim
BETH SHENAYIM

I cannot stress enough the need for vigilance
when entering the toothed place ahead
A horrified old man in the corner, shitting his pants
and clutching his bloody crotch while sucking a dildo
held by his mother -
this means nothing to the cunt with fangs.
Track Name: Drowning the Heiress
DROWNING THE HEIRESS

Liquid Smoke and apricots, laying down in laetrile
Transom breach at 40 knots through a hundred dollar bill
Abhorrent thalassocrat flopping on a trampoline
Silly silicone for tat - Silly travel putting green
Ask me why I was just researching the southwest coast of France.
It had something to do with an alternate, reverse time stream.
Ask me why I was calculating the speed of sound in miles per hour.
It had something to do with the Geopotential of Tropopause.
Peephole must be made to specifics of the people.
Attention must be paid to - and refunded from - such people.
Track Name: Built to Destroy
BUILT TO DESTROY

Piss in the elevator, fall on your face.
Beer bongs and barbecue at your mom’s place.
Girl's lost virginity, dignity, grace.
Vacantly watching the passing of years.
Trading tequila for forty ounce beers.
Lottery tickets distorted through tears.
Love/hate relations with liquor store clerks.
High trapdoor spiders that bound on who lurks.
Drink silhouettes mixed with whatever works.
Telecast hoops on a TV that’s muted.
Cold tanks at midnight for what you’re best suited.
Slip through the cracks among others recruited.
Built to destroy in the name of distraction.
Double-bluff duty demands interaction.
Chief of invisible, dissenting factions.
Sleep in the forest your mind has provided.
Mocked by the ones in which you once confided.
Watching your innocent faith get blindsided.
Another white mother with no sense of tact.
A half-shirt reveals less of fiction than fact.
Left behind sleepless and out of the pact.
Sulfurous nest, genesis of the slaughter.
Handyman corpse’s unfortunate daughter.
Drinking my fill from uncomfortable waters.
Track Name: Joshua Speed's Pillbox Hat
JOSHUA SPEED’S PILLBOX HAT

Davies Campus Hospital has been advised to stand-by for a severe gunshot wound. I repeat, a shooting in the horse-drawn-carriage-cade in the Castro area...
It appears as though someone in the Presidential carriage might have been hit by the gunfire...
We can't see who has been hit, if anybody has been hit, but apparently something is wrong here, something is terribly wrong...
And just now we've received reports here at Davies Campus that Governor Low was shot in the upper left chest, and the first unconfirmed reports say the President was hit in the head. That's an unconfirmed report...
The President of the United States is dead... President Lincoln has been assassinated. It's official now, the President is dead.
Track Name: The Bag of Waters
THE BAG OF WATERS

There’s nothing you can do.
A relentless sine wave of reactionary prayer,
begging on your knees for the Bag of Waters.
Happier than bacon in shit, twisting under the dildo of the Old Gods.
They explain away deviant desires with mortally wounding insults.
Foul cosmetics intensify the contortions of slow-motion silent panic.
Asking only for the abolition of failure, and not the arrival of success.
Translucent misfires through visors of the dripping pink pussy panoramic cunt hunters.
Cracking your knuckles underwater.
Fading to the squealing hinges of the cage,
Holding back a coked-up mountain gorilla with a frayed extension cord up its ass.
Since we’ve no place to go, fill up the battery fluid reservoir with brown snow.
Creativity running wild in a shower of cold, acidic diarrhea.
Clutching the secretive sorrow of the dictator, leaving my gills behind.
Birthed straight down into a fucking coffin in the middle of High Mass.
Catholicism was the answer we were looking for.
Track Name: Judaswiege
JUDASWIEGE

Obsessively thinking about how extreme your situation must be that you would pray for unconscious shock to relieve the insanity of obsessively thinking about how extreme your situation must be that you would pray for unconscious shock to relieve the insanity until you feel the 'bone-shaped heart' [sic] CRACK