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 enlarge | Artist: Scraping Foetus Off The Wheel
Label: Thirsty Ear
Category: Music
List Price: $22.99
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Rating:  16 reviews
Sales Rank: 186169
Format: Original Recording Remastered, Import
Media: Audio CD
Discs: 1
Shipping Weight (lbs): 0.2
Dimensions (in): 5.6 x 5 x 0.5
MPN: 53
UPC: 803341220829
EAN: 0803341220829
ASIN: B000NO1T2G
Release Date: March 12, 2007
Availability: Usually ships in 1-2 business days
Condition: Brand new. Shipped from the UK by Airmail direct to 5 airports in the United States. Delivery takes approximately 5 working days from posting - we're frequently faster than a lot of US based sellers.
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regarding the musical range of Foetus May 23, 2002
2 out of 2 found this review helpful
This is one of Foetus's most interesting cd's, because it's so extremely totally different from Foetus releases such as GASH or THAW or FLOW, music people know him through most now. The spine of NAIL might be the 2 songs with soft synth classical instrumentation that feel like a warm breeze on your face (a warm breeze concealing a severe psychotic episode?). Another song that serves to establish the tone of the album, with a title that seems like more of a stratagem than anything else, is Throne of Agony. It's easily one of the most fun, accessible songs Foetus has ever released. In the course of the cd, of course, there's other experimentation that goes in more different directions. He does a little gritty noise that could almost be early Einsturzende Neubauten if not for the string sections. He does some weird electronic things I don't know how to describe except by assuring you that they don't sound like any kind of noise but are music. After all this, & a delightful short instrumental classical reprise, the cd ends with 2 songs that go together like an arch. They slam you back down into the world of possibly by repeating angrily, carnally, "I can do any goddamn thing I want! Anything!" The music that ends the cd is no more than a very heavy slam of cold metallic percussion that repeats.
The Sound of Everything Crashing Into Everything Else June 9, 2000
owlberg (Seattle, WA USA)
1 out of 1 found this review helpful
Let's just say that if the 4 Horsepeople of the Apocalypse (aw, c'mon... you REALLY didn't think they were *all* men, did you?) have a Top-10 list of albums, this must rate the cornerstone spot. Jim Foetus (a.k.a. Clint Ruin, a.k.a. J.G. Thirlwell) piles on the layers of gleeful sonic terror as this epic song-cycle slices thru your brain like a brand new scalpel: the faux-cinematic overture, the wails of the cursed during "Throne of Agony" (which is partially built around Lalo Schifrin's tasty theme for the "Mission:IMPOSSIBLE" TV series), the "swinging sounds" vocal chorus with their "doo-bah-dah-pow!" refrains on "Descent into the Inferno", and the obligatory Chuckles Manson reference ("DI-1-9026", allegedly the phone number for the Spahn Ranch), all served up like a fresh patient etherized upon a table for your approval. If this isn't in your collection, you are nowhere near as noise-savvy as you pretend to be whilst posing with your all your trendy friends. So get it now and save some face while you still can.
Definitely the best Foetus album available November 22, 1998
c_luscious@hotmail.com (Sacramento, CA)
1 out of 1 found this review helpful
I first heard this album when it was initially released and it has remained on my "Top 10 Best Albums" ever since. The driving rhythms and organized cacaphony are the best thing for a seriously angry mood. A must-have for anyone into true industrial music or just good, heavy percussion.
Showtunes from Hell October 4, 2000
Big Tim (NYC, NY USA)
1 out of 1 found this review helpful
Twisted, brilliant, deranged, insightful. Not since the early works of Liza Minnelli have I been so moved to bowel excavation. No really, I mean it.
once again: this is great! December 14, 2000
Peter Hjalmarsson (Sweden)
1 out of 1 found this review helpful
One of the most horribly and gleefully politically incorrect records I've ever heard. Mr. Thirlwell has a very rare talent in managing to sound like he hates everyone(including himself) while still not being depressing but actually very funny. In this record he frequently makes use of various musical cliches like in decent into inferno. He uses many familiar elemnts of pop music and corrupts and twists them into wonderfully violent music, not quite industrial, not quite rock but definetley enjoyable. But i must agree keep this one away from your parents...
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