Tachophobic

by Ampallang Infection

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released April 3, 2017

Ampallang Infection is Alex Cha, Tim Reaper and John Letzkus

Recorded by Alex Markides at the Smokestack, Bethesda MD
Mastered by Conrad Osipowicz at Blueroom Studios, Bethesda MD
Artwork by Curtis Rhoades and Alex Cha
Additional strings on tracks 10, 13 and 17 by Noah Stone
Additional screams on track 6 by Henry Everitt

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Track Name: Introductions through Regicide
<Instrumental>
Track Name: Hydrofluoric Acid Facial
Proof of their suffering on display for the paparazzi boiled in precarious disinformation. A rusty yet populated merry-go-round at the end of a shooting gallery given offerings of riot gear, pioneers and slaughtered offspring.
Track Name: Urethra Injury
The President has just committed suicide. This functional addict buried a bomb set to explode in 300 years. A reveille to regicide is all that is heard in heaven.
Track Name: Cleft Lip Left Hook
Maximum arousal achieved with a scene of a school bus at full capacity exploding on the highway.
Track Name: Remarkably Unhelpful Advice
This is a war where everyone involved thinks they are the good guys. I feel euthanized. I feel disarmed. Breathe in. Bleed out self-induced amnesia. Just make your choice or suffer the consequences. No legacy to claim with that predatory look in your eyes.
Track Name: Altar Boy Drug Mules
Staring at the hot bartender every time the mixing glass was shook. It reminded me how good a handjob those forearms could deliver. Depression looks good on you as you wash ashore onto a world aflame yet frozen to your core.
Track Name: Eyes Washed in Liquid LSD
Retinal infections forcing me out of your humanity.
Track Name: Circumcision Gone Wrong
Worthless words of all the cowards into these deaf ears. Encased in dirt. Born in fear. Victims chosen by their gag reflex and mobility. Chalk outlines of all the deceased drawn in cocaine. Robbed of organs. Smeared in shit. Sautéed heart and brains marinated in cabernet. Surface-dwellers on the ripples of tyrants to collect her. I love it when they fly through the windshield. Warning labels were made to be broken.
Track Name: Death Row Orgy
One way out. Smuggled pregnancies conceived during incarceration.
Track Name: Pet Store Prostitution Ring
Giving birth in a sea of piranhas. Execution rooms prepped with stadium seating. Regulation of the corpses to make sure they stay that way. You cannot kill what you do not remember. Kennedy killed Marilyn Monroe.
Track Name: Happy Hour Assassination
Literal heartburn. Snort narcotics off my headstone.
Track Name: Defecating at the Sight of Napalm Death
She shat. She flew. My hand. Fuck you. So begins the great pinkeye epidemic. The code is brown. Long live the code.
Track Name: Sodomatic Corpse Desecration
Swallow the disease I ejaculate out of posthuman penetration you fucking bitch.
Track Name: Paraplegic Circle Pit
Pray for the prey. Dressed in claustrophobic garments as you slither back into a feeble form. Inventory the rare advantages of funerals and rigged elections. Measure one’s intelligence based on how much they enjoy Dokken.
Track Name: I Cvm Corpsepaint
We are all sentinels in contamination smeared into open wounds. Cross out the frigid prison you have built for yourself. No matter the path they will die a slow death.
Track Name: Garbage Disposal Disguised as a Glory Hole
Ouch.