Urine Festival is one of those things that exist to challenge you on how you feel about a particular genre, sound, theme or subject. A ridiculous form of music at the best of times, goregrind (or porngrind) is known for it's reams of dodgy content and greasy subject matter. Often, it takes somebody or something pushing the elements making up your favourite genre to the absolute maximum extreme before you can begin to reflect and question yourself and your interest in such circles. When one immerses oneself in extreme music one can lose perspective on the extremity of it all ("For if you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you").
Obviously there are sounds more abrasive than this. Harsh noise exists. But for me, the absolute extremity of goregrind laid with Last Days Of Humanity's Putrefaction In Progress record for a very long time. And then I heard Urine Festival (ironically the brainchild of a LDOH member Marc Palmen). Goregrind has meshed rather successfully with noise music these days (gorenoise anyone?) but this album is the first true instance of such an extreme sound. One could argue that the Meat Shits have a lot of credit due in the creation of "music" such as this but I strongly feel that a lot of gorenoise and modern goregrind imitate the puzzling gurgle of Urine Festival.
It's during listening to records such as this I realize just how far I have fallen down the rabbit hole on my quest to discover the musical extremes. This is, quite evidently, not for everyone, but I couldn't recommend it more.
This full album vid is incorrectly listed as 66 untitled tracks.
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