Something that strikes me as odd is how music genres like Death Metal interact with our reality. On the one hand, Death Metal is painted as a genre that celebrates the worst of humanity and the worst that life has to offer—violence and death. On the other hand, it’s most often our “upstanding citizens” (government representatives, corporate leadership, financiers, religious authorities) who are responsible for actual violence and death that far outweighs any dystopian Death Metal fantasy with the real-world gore, cruelty, and suffering they perpetrate. And if I had three hands, I would note that within the staunch supporters of underground genres like Death Metal are system apologists who take offense at any reminder that they exist—and often uphold and benefit from—a system that commits said evil acts.
All this to say that when I play tunes like Stench Collector’s “Bile Container,” I revel in their anti-capitalist, fantastical yet rooted in reality inspiration, set to some seriously disgustingly great Death Metal. This is the kind of music that I’d love to blast inside the minds of every Catholic priest and nun 24 hours a day until bile and blood come pouring effusively out of every one of their orifices. And that level of maddening Death wouldn’t come close to what they deserve for pretending to be divine while sitting at the helm of genocide and white supremacy. This sickening anthem is off their new record Effluvatorium Du Jour that comes out via Redefining Darkness Records on June 25 — pre-order it here. And right now, let “Bile Container” wash over you and inspire you to overturn our real systems of Death!
“Bile Container” furthers the thematic exploration of suburban decay at the plight of a nation’s failing capitalist economy. On this one we’re plating up some slimy fine cuisine through a sickening, toiled description of the gory still life illuminating within the Collector’s cul-de-sac basement of nightmares. It contrasts our previous survey of Lovecraftian-inspired psychological madness with a portrait of putrefaction and liquified imagery different from the entropic repetitive motion in our first single, “Gut Worm.” We wanted it to reek and brood upon the development for a concept album rising amidst cat piss and dog puke-soaked horizons. We’re hoping to really get your stomach juices churning.