| It’s easy to discount
the importance of a sense of humor -- so many great writers had none
at all, and it hasn’t affected their profiles much -- but when
you run across something great that has the gonads to poke fun of
itself while simultaneously kicking every human ass in its immediate
vicinity, you realize that the what-about-the-sense-of-humor corps
are absolutely right. Ghoul, who play a loud, hard, fast breed of
speed-metal that recalls mid-period Slayer or Kreator in a cheaper
but better recording studio, are nothing if not funny. Here’s
one lyric from their album, which is called We Came for the Dead!!!
-- the song’s called “Ghoul”: Dead things are what we adore, Gut chomping fiends that get snockered on gore In boneyards we prefer to dine A baby, our dinner; black blood is our wine Breaking open caskets to grab a bite to eat Ravenously slobbering on mummified meat The maggots in your skull are a gustable surprise, We’ll steal the silver dollars from your desiccated eyes |
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