Sired sometime on Valentines Day, the FETUS EATERS
gorged themselves to term the ample pabuium of L.A.'s
female cavity. More interesting than the FETUS EATERS
condensed gestation period is their deranged exploitation
of various euphonious appliances. Saxophone, slides, bike
horn, harmonical jaw harp; nothing remains unmolested in
the FETUS EATERS attempt to transcend the familiar
"bark-bark, woof-woof" of other extreme bands. The
resulting sound is a mongrel fusion of "Assuck" and an
infant form of "John Zorn's Naked City."

The unpredictable duration and intense aural assault of the
FETUS EATERS live show habitually exacerbates broken
bodies, scarred lives, and an insane sexual desire for
listeners to eject their viscera upon each other. Thus
VOMITCORE was born.

Stated here for the sole purpose of wowing and amazing
you, the FETUS EATERS have raped and pillaged the
stage with "Melt Banana," "Cephalic Carnage," "Benumb,"
"Bad Acid Trip," "EO," and quite possibly......your mom.

FETUS EATERS is currently seeking a label and or
distribution to further their maniacal pursuit of global
debauchery.

P.O. BOX 6488
BURBANK, CA 91510-6488
(818) 504-1034
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