Album Review: Porn Delusions Der Zellwuchs Stoppt by Bitch Infection Anus Tumor
Alright, buckle up, because this one’s a wild ride. If you’re into music that feels like it crawled out of the darkest corners of humanity and then got stomped on by steel-toed boots, Porn Delusions Der Zellwuchs Stoppt might just be your jam. Released in 2007 via Rotten Roll Rex (a label as delightfully unhinged as its name suggests), this German goregrind/pornogrind masterpiece is not for the faint-hearted—or those with weak stomachs.
Let’s get real here: Patrick, the mad genius behind most of this chaos, wears more hats than a haberdashery shop. Songwriting? Check. Vocals? Oh yeah. Design and layout? You betcha. The dude even roped in Marco, Dan Of The Dead, and Trician to help flesh out this auditory bloodbath. And trust me, "bloodbath" isn’t hyperbole—it’s an accurate description of what happens when you press play.
Now, onto the tracks. There are twenty songs here, but two stood out so hard they left skid marks on my brain. First up: “Born In Porn.” This track kicks things off with a guttural scream that sounds like Satan clearing his throat after a night of heavy drinking. It’s raw, relentless, and utterly grotesque—but weirdly catchy. Like, I found myself humming along to the chorus while waiting in line at the grocery store, only to realize everyone was staring at me like I’d lost my mind. Oops.
Then there’s “Der Zellwuchs Stoppt,” which translates roughly to “The Cell Growth Stops.” Don’t let the sciency title fool ya; this thing is pure carnage. Imagine if someone took a blender full of broken glass, rusty nails, and existential dread, hit puree, and poured it directly into your ears. That’s this song. But somehow, it works. Maybe it’s the frantic drumming or the way Patrick’s vocals alternate between demonic growls and maniacal laughter. Whatever it is, it sticks with you. For better or worse.
One thing worth noting is how seamless the transition feels between M.C.L.O.S.O.S.L.’s guitar work on tracks 1-12 and Dan Of The Dead’s instrumental takeover from track 13 onward. These guys clearly share some kindred spirit energy—or maybe they just bonded over their mutual love of all things gross and offensive.
So, would I recommend Porn Delusions Der Zellwuchs Stoppt? Depends who you ask. If you dig music that challenges your sanity and makes your neighbors question your life choices, absolutely. If you prefer something soothing to listen to during yoga sessions… nah, this ain’t it.
Final thought: Listening to this album felt like taking a trip through a haunted slaughterhouse where every room had a different nightmare playing on loop. Weirdly enough, I kinda wanna go back. Or maybe I need therapy. Either way, props to Bitch Infection Anus Tumor for creating something so gloriously messed up it demands attention. Now excuse me while I scrub my headphones with bleach.
