All suffering​.​.​.​soon to end.

by Trencher

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The third album from Trencher; short, sweet and spicy - just how we like it!
There is a limited vinyl release of 300 copies of this record - a one sided 12" in either black or red/white with a paint job on the blank side, available from us or from Enjoyment Records. Also available is a cassette version, either from us or Suplex Cassettes.

credits

released August 8, 2011

Trencher:
Lockmonger - Animal Transformation Fantasies
Pox - Cock and Ball Torture
M.Shit - Golden Showers

Recorded by John Macedo at Random Colours, October 2009
Mixed by John Macedo in a flat above Second Layer, with assistance from Mark Rutherford
Mastered by John Hannon at No Recording
Art by Toby Evans

Copyright Erosive Recordings 2011

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"Trencher is what happens when you mix drugs, alcohol and anal fixations with crude Japanese synthesizer technology - a right bloody mess but fun!" - Professor Steven Hawkings

"They're my guilty pleasure!" - Pope Benedict XVI

"If it hadn't have been for Trencher, I wouldn't have survived my racism addiction!" - stand-up comedian Jim Davison
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Track Name: Maggots
A maggot is a mystery
Is a turning, squirming misery
A fecund seed of doubt
A turning of insides out
Riddled rotten flesh
Greening no longer fresh
Bottom of the barrel
A rotten apple
Grubbing towards the light
Metamorphosis
A change of shape
Shed all sloughing skin
And fly away
Riddle rotten
Track Name: Fucking a corpse
Death on the breath
Of the one you loved best
Where once was a lover
Now lays a cadaver
Hair still flows
Nails still grow
It's hard to let go
Of the shining white light
At the dawn of your thighs
Still makes me stiff
Track Name: Vlad tapas
You live in a dusty old keep
High above the land beyond the forest
With nothing but the bats
And the rats
And your allergies
And your easy handmaids for company
You don't venture forth much
Once, twice, every couple of months
To feed exclusively
On stragglers and straylings
With so much gyulai in their veins
That they can barely run
Occasionally your mind drifts and you dream of moving
To new climes, exotic foreign land
With new sights, smells and flavours
Toothsome titbits
Fingered buffets
Sweet meats
Clot cakes
Borscht blood
Blutwursts
A whole new pabulum
A whole new red palate
Track Name: White light/Black plastic
Going, going, gone
Like words you didn't form
Like an infantile scrawl
On the back of an intergalatic map
Lost like a fly on a plain of glass
Like a joke you told wrong
Like a sex stain gone cold
Never take me somewhere warm
Forever storm ridden, beetle-browed
Never buy you that drink
Never find out what you think
Of it all
All that remains
Is a bag of bones
The shiny black shroud of a spectre
The remnants of a ghost