NAAMAHK – Stagnant Pool Review + Full Stream

Like a cesspool in the middle of the street, you’ll want to dive headlong into this – the Stagnant Pool cassette courtesy of punk/black metal band NAAMAHK. Imagine a sewer rupturing in a suburb and every right-wing conservative running indoors because of the pungent stench, and you’ll get why CVLT Nation wants some of this. Get your bad hair day ready for some head-in-the-ass headbangin! Uh!

Not much black metal really. Punk effin rules, so stick your mohawks out the window while you’re on the interstate for a shearing if you ain’t down with this. Spikes, tattoos, and switchblades sold separately.

Label: Barton Street

Ugly fuckers into punk rock with a little craziness – make it LOTS of craziness – bang your head while riding your motorcycles while you play this cassette on your moldy-oldy walkman and earwax covered earphones.

The riffs don’t make sense. The chord transitions are intense. Why run and hide, metalhead? This tears your Metallica t-shirts to shreds. Geddit. Fuck this shit on up! Get down or get put down.

Bust-a-move! Blast this baby on I-95 in traffic. Get on other driver’s nerves, more than that chick playing Robin Thicke. You are one helluva punk if you play this loud outside your house. All the sewer rats and cockroaches dance.
You might say, fuck your reviews, Necro. Well, I ain’t buying that shit. Play this fucker til you vomit. Punk ain’t gotta have melody and neither does Stagnant Pool. More like a pool filled with algae, your friendly neighborhood posse will all jump into this! So, motherfucker, rock steady.

There are just two tracks on this pus-spewing blister of a record. Fuck you ain’t streamin this and callin your mother. Tell her you didn’t really mean to be such a punk when you were in kindergarten. Make her start bawllin or make her start yawnin. Don’t worry, punk brotha, if no one accepts ya, you make Al Necro proud, so that’s better than being valedictorian. Fuck you graduatin’ if you get hooked on this. I’m boppin toNAAMAHK’s Stagnant Pool and I ain’t got plans of convertin’ Hell you Jehovahs can stop knocking on the front door.NAAMAHK is rockin’ and I’m not stoppin’