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Motorhead Bug
Genres: Pop, Rock, Metal
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All Artists: Motorhead Bug
Title: Zambodia
Members Wishing: 0
Total Copies: 0
Label: Pow Wow Records
Release Date: 10/15/1993
Genres: Pop, Rock, Metal
Style: Alternative Metal
Number of Discs: 1
SwapaCD Credits: 1
UPCs: 019527744328, 019527744342

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(5 out of 5 stars)

"I doubt anyone'll ever come looking for this album, but what the hell. Motherhead Bug is accordions, demons, circuses, and a spooky old house all rolled into one. You don't believe me? Check out "Demon Erection" or "Off With Their Little Heads" or "The Sauce Carousel". It's music for goth Tom Waits fans maybe, or folks who wish Nick Cave had an organ grinder. If you like loud, eerie, spooky music, and you think the kids from Cop Shoot Cop, Foetus, and Railroad Jerk might just make beautiful music together, buy this record now. Hell, buy it anyway, scare the kiddies come All Hallow's Eve. You *will* be impressed."
Oh MY ...!!!
El Mort | Mayor's Income, Tenn. | 01/06/2003
(5 out of 5 stars)

"To think that I missed this for years...Couldn't find it!!!! Now have it, thank you Amazon....Pure Carnival, doom, twistedness....Horns, Accordians, Vibes, and Bones...No comparisons: it is between Waits and Cave, next to Firewater and the Lounge Lizards in my Collection..."
Hey! Yeah You!
mud | Anexia | 11/26/2003
(5 out of 5 stars)

"It isn't often the devil gets his due...with conviction, that is. A celebratory ritual that opens the floodgates of desire, casting post-modern death to the winds of change. C.S. Lewis drunk on absinthe, drifting in and out of a feverish flu-induced nightmare, tripping over Poes fresh corpse in a gutter that disolves into the private childhood memories you readily forgot. A police state lullaby for headless children plugged into Televisions that issue torrents of blood in obscene patterns that evoke cyclopean beings that sleep beneath the oceans waves. The draught of aural-gods. Get this or be cursed. I'm serious. Get it now, or the blood of millions will stick to your lips and haunt your dreams, plague your palat. For Mankinds sake, get it now or we're all DOOMED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Mort Aux Vaches! Ave Satani! Temor Mortis Conturbot Mai! Di Estes!"