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I clearly remember the day I first heard Brain Famine.<\/strong> It was a Wednesday, or possibly a Friday, but maybe another day of the week too, I think. It was definitely during the year, and there was some kind of weather that day, maybe regular or maybe rain or something. Anyway, none of that mattered because of how thoroughly I was annihilated by their 2011 self-titled EP. Now the Massachusetts trio is back with a full-length album, and I can assure you one thing: no dick will be left uncrushed.<\/p>\n

Brain Famine recipe:<\/u><\/p>\n

4 buttloads ground death<\/p>\n

2.5 fists distilled grind<\/p>\n

2 kegs moldy thrash<\/p>\n

666 satans<\/p>\n

1 baseball bat<\/p>\n

Put all ingredients in something, doesn\u2019t matter what, shake around until it congeals. Forget about in the backyard until hardened and crusty. Serve with bat directly to face.<\/em><\/p>\n

If the above recipe doesn\u2019t have you drooling blood for Brain Famine, then see me after class. Their 6-song effort<\/a> from 2011 thrashes its way through a swamp of raucous death metal that has an almost rock n\u2019 roll catchiness to it. And upon the sudden release of their full-length debut, guitarist\/primary songwriter Chris Leamy was kind enough to answer a few questions for me. I thought my first question about their formation would be pretty clich\u00e9, but it turns out Brain Famine has a pretty bizarre backstory.<\/p>\n

John\/Chris\/Matt all agreed to 10-hour RoboRectal male pap smears administered by the Onboard Pleasure Butler Utility which comes installed in their reconstituted Trebent that is accidentally hurtling through the Milky Way. The combined flecks of DNA from the pap smears get 3D printed into a monolithic time capsule to be shat out of the vehicle towards Earth. 666 years later, it lands in Weymouth and 3 Krokodil addicts mistake it for Jenkem by-product, chugging immediately. 69 months later, each addict shits out one deformed ass-baby. When the ass-babies grow up and attend college, each parent has Empty Nest Syndrome so they start Brain Famine to cope with the extra free time. The universe never gets saved. Horrible story, don\u2019t print it.<\/strong><\/p>\n