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Stuart Bramford I missed this when it was originally released but I knew a friend at uni in Leeds who managed to grab one.
From the first listen I was infected.

It is a really solid demo and shows just how well honed SMP were even before they released anything.
Even some 15 years later it still comes at you with the relentlessness of a reanimated corpse.
BRAAAAAAAINS!!!! Favorite track: The Pain of Being Dead (demo).
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1.
A deadly weapon in the war against drugs Turns out to have lethal side effects Ten thousand gallons spills from a truck Leaks into the ground and awakens the dead Evil creations of a chemical spill Mindless zombies with a lust to kill Exposed the mortal sicken and die Their pulses stop, their neurons start to fry The conscious face their final fear To bark for brains with undead leer 245 Trioxin The army moves to try and save the day These nukes will blow the town away The cloud spreads out and falls as acid rain And now the dead will rise again
2.
The pain of being dead, a suffering you would not believe A half-life dwelt in hell, no mortal mind could ever conceive Victims of a power outside of any human control Abhorrent flesh is now a prison to my suffering soul A sickening twist of science seals your fate Your neuron juice can ease my pain I can't endure the pain of being dead Unless I eat your fucking head Eat your head Only the taste of brains can ease the pain
3.
Fucking zombies everywhere, animated dead The sheriff says he'll pay a buck a head Call uncle Joe and get his truck, let's bring the family Beers, guns and dogs we'll keep our country clean There's no more need to have respect for the dead They're even stupider than me Go get the 12-gauge and we'll fill 'em with lead Perfect excuse for a redneck killing spree Fucking zombies everywhere, animated dead The sheriff says he'll pay a buck a head Call uncle Joe and get his truck, let's bring the family Beers, guns and dogs we'll keep our country clean Let's flush 'em out And gun 'em down This is our redneck holiday Let's flush 'em out And gun 'em down This is our redneck holiday Kill 'em all
4.
You are puny mortals We will inherit the earth We are greater than you We outnumber you From our graveyards and morgues We will rise up to overcome Your time is over You are puny mortals We will inherit the earth We are greater than you We outnumber you We are stronger than you We never sleep, want but one food I bid you welcome To the kingdom of the undead Kingdom of the undead
5.
Zombies rise, take their fill, Burning with the need to kill Hunger drives them on to homicide Bloodlust burns in their eyes, Eagerly consuming lives They must destroy, for what else is their life? Try and convince yourself That you are not like them Sleepwalking through your life In a kind of living death Brainwashed, drooling, obsessed With the gratification of your own lust Flocking to consume the object you need, The object dictated by your endless must See them rush to consume, blindly grasping out for food Helplessly enslaved by basic drives Cannibals, murdering, unreasoning brutality These hordes of braindead killers will destroy all life Television, mobile homes, all these things we need to own Lust and greed becomes our way of life Mindlessly consuming more, our hearts are rotten to the core The human race is getting to be zombified Try and convince yourself That you are not like them Sleepwalking through your life In a kind of living death Brainwashed, drooling, obsessed With the gratification of your own lust Flocking to consume the object you need, The object dictated by your endless must We're zombified!

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Recorded by Send More Paramedics at Robot HQ. Mixed and mastered by the evil professor Mcgonnell.

Back-ups from Beyond:

Stevil Dead, The Madness, Virgin Slayer, Necronomicon, xLord of the Dark Altarx, Dicko Russian Destruction, The Last Bill Hixi, Paedo Phil.

As an offer of gratitude to those who have supported us, we promise we'll limit our feast to eating only from regions of your prefrontal cortex.

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released October 31, 2001

Send More Paramedics are:
X. Undead - Bass
B’Hellmouth - Vocals
Medico - Guitar
El Diablo - Drums

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Send More Paramedics is a zombie film-influenced crossover thrash band from the UK.

We are coming for your BRRAAAAAIIIINNSSS!!!

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