Dead Body Collection Placenta Lyposuction - A Harsh Noise Wall Assault That Won’t Let You Breathe
If you're looking for something that punches your eardrums like a brick through glass, Dead Body Collection Placenta Lyposuction by Dead Body Collection Placenta Lyposuction (yeah, they really doubled down on that name) is exactly what the doctor didn’t order. Released in 2014 outta Portugal via Narcolepsia label, this album doesn’t fuck around—it just screams at you until you either love it or wanna throw your headphones into a woodchipper.
This beast falls under harsh noise wall, which means no chill vibes here. Just relentless walls of distortion and chaos designed to make your brain feel like it’s melting outta your ears. And honestly? It works. Two tracks stick with me more than others: "I Never Thought I Hurt Her So Much..." and "Reflections Of Decay."
The first one—"I Never Thought I Hurt Her So Much..."—hits hard right off the bat. It's not even music; it’s an assault. Imagine someone took all the worst sounds from construction sites, car crashes, and screaming matches, then layered them over each other till it became some kinda audio apocalypse. But weirdly enough, there’s a fucked-up beauty in how abrasive it is. Like, yeah, my ears were bleeding, but I couldn’t stop listening because it felt so raw and unfiltered. This ain’t background music—it demands every ounce of attention you’ve got.
Then there’s "Reflections Of Decay," which feels like staring into a black hole while being pummeled by static electricity. The track builds this suffocating atmosphere where nothing resolves, nothing calms down—it just keeps dragging you deeper into its nightmare world. There’s no escape button when this shit starts playing. Halfway through, I swear I could hear faint echoes of human voices buried under the noise, like ghosts trying to claw their way out. Creepy as hell, but also kinda brilliant.
What makes this album stand out isn’t just the brutality—it’s how intentional everything feels. Every screech, buzz, and explosion seems placed there for maximum impact. No fillers, no lazy moments. Just pure sonic warfare. If you can handle it, it leaves you feeling like you survived something… well, traumatic.
But here’s the thing: after blasting this record a few times, I realized it’s less about “liking” it and more about respecting the fuck outta it. Not many albums leave me questioning my sanity afterward. This one did. Also, fun fact—if you play it backwards, I’m pretty sure Satan whispers your social security number. Or maybe that was just me losing my mind. Who knows?
So if you’re ready to test your limits and dive headfirst into auditory madness, give this monster a spin. Just don’t blame me if your neighbors call the cops thinking someone’s torturing animals next door.
