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The Accüsed was created in 1981 in Oak Harbor, Washington by bassist Chibon 'Chewy' Batterman; drummer Dana Collins; and guitarist Tommy Niemeyer. John Dahlin was the vocalist from 1982 to 1984. Starting with Hymns For the Deranged, the band also began working with Seattle producer Jack Endino, and their next album, Grinning Like An Undertaker, with Josh Sinder now on drums, was released on Nastymix Records followed by the EP "Straight Razor" live, The Accüsed were untouchable. the whole band was a frenzy of epileptic gyrations, although Blaine's high flying leaps and bouncing off the walls like a deranged gnome were definitely the highlight.
Complete your The Accüsed collection. Jesus christ what the fuck IS that!? Oh hell, not them again. An unrepentant mixture of thrash, punk and metal which earned this band the honor of their own genre: splatterock. It's worth noting that not only did they manage to offend and anger every friend of mine at the time they drew this out my dad when he barged in on me banging my head to their albums: Grow up.
Grinning Like an Undertaker The Accüsed. 1. Pounding Nails (Into the Lid of Your Coffin). 2. Bullet-Ridden Bodies. 4. Grinning (Like an Undertaker). 10. When I Was a Child. 13. Boris The Spider. 14. Tapping the Vein.
Grinning Like an Undertaker. Album (Studio full-length). Grinning (Like An Undertaker) Lyrics. You're the filthy creature Crouched in the shadows Of a street light Hunched over your catch Shit, she's barely alive Blood dried up and caked in her hair Her face just a bloody mess Just when you think you're gonna Finish the job Martha comes along Just to set things straight.
Album by The Accüsed. Down and Out. Cut and Dried. Room 144.
4. 5. Down & Out (Featuring the Mad Poet).
The Accüsed Lyrics - Grinning (Like An Undertaker) : You're the filthy creature Crouched in the shadows Of a street light Hunched over your catch Shit, she's barely alive Blood dried up an. .She shatters your skull In her vice-like grip She tears your head off Your victim gets sick Lucky for you she wasn't dead You just lost your head Your brains oozing out From between her fingers Your blood wets her lips. Grinning like an undertaker Ready to dress a corpse Grinning like an undertaker Ready to dress a corpse.