Sludgy, nasty, misanthropic urban decay punk/rock/scum/noise/metal. Music that slobbers, carries a switchblade, and is filled with often aimless nihilism, malignant rage, and funereal grief in equal measures. Tempo is usually anywhere from slowed-to-a-crawl to mid-paced. It has been said that the following bands have perpetrated some pretty damn good dirgecore: Drugs of Faith, Khanate, Meat Shits, His Hero is Gone, Napalm Death, Godflesh, Pig Destroyer, Feederz, Ministry, Robert Trimbole's Hat, Hellhammer, Gallhammer, Eddie and the Subtitles, Saw Throat, Cathedral, Morbid Cunt Bondage, Ahab, Teeth of Lions Rule the Divine, Bedpanorama, Bobby Soxx, Agoraphobic Nosebleed, Thrones, Sore Throat, Swans, Asbestosdeath, Pissed Jeans, Buzzov*en, Noothgrush, Cyanimid, Melvins, Drunks With Guns, Killdozer, Eyehategod, Grief, F.U.'s.

The occurrence of when you attempt to wipe a shart on a hot summer day and leave some behind, the humidity forms a new damp layer over the leftover skid mark, and with a unique blend of body heat and weather, it produces the most putrid and ungodly stench known to man.

Dropping a log that carries such a stench it seeps into the lungs, brings tears to the eyes and melts the hearts of the wicked.

A unit of measuring the stench of bad odors, ie. hobos. Scale usually 1 to 100. One being nothing, 100 reachig the point of death.

An undead soul, possessed and sent out of the grave to thrive upon the flesh of the living.

After a dead body rots underground for a time, it may come to life, first its eyes will reopen, and fingers will begin twitching. The thumping of the heart may return, unless the heart has been removed. This is the rebirth of a human, the birth of a zombie.

Deteriorating, fallen apart and reaking of the foul stench of death, a zombie will raise from the grave by smashing through the coffin and lifting an arm out of the ground, in the normal zombie style. The zombie will proceed to lift itself out of the soil and moan, usually moaning anything like 'Yaaarghhh...' or 'BRAINS!'

If you fall victim to the zombie's feasting of your flesh and brain, you will become a zombie, forever walking, undead.

The God of pestilence, disease and rot;

Doomed and condemned to a life in hell.

By defenition, hell is a place of eternal torment and fire. Beyond a fathomable human pain. A sea of fire, filled with burning people on the brink of what would be a natural death, but who never die. A total absence from God, comfort as retreated to a safer place, relief is such a painful thing because it is so close, but impossible to reach.

Imagine going to the California coast, and looking out at a clear ocean, no boats yet, because it's 7:00 AM, only the little old lady collecting shells.

Now imagine that whole ocean as a sea of fire, filled wih the stench of burning flesh and brimstone, including, instead of the few jumping fish, and awesome number of people using their last vestiges of strength to escape this eternal torment for but one fraction of a second. The constant sound of the sea washing against the shore is replaced by unimaginible amounts of screaming, people in so much pain as to simply see it would cause even the least emotional Gothic to break down in tears end never stop waking up screaming in bed for the rest of his life.

Now imagine the greatest pain you've ever experienced in your life. Couple it with the pain of even one limb being burned, then multiply it by a billion. Then add to it the fact that this pain, this torture, that you would normally withdraw from to a safer place, will never subside, no matter how much you cry, weep, confess, and curse.

A place made by God as a punishment for t...