The last hurrah from the Functional Blackouts here and they made sure that they went out with a bang and not a whimper. A bang that leaves everything for a couple of blocks around it mangled in some type of bass-end induced dust and bleeding from some rusty steak knife stab wounds courtesy of escapees from an asylum for the criminally insane. Cops at the crime scene are astonished at how much of a mess they made in such a short period of time. Entrails are pulled out and tossed everywhere then BOOM they're gone. They speculate it's like how space aliens mutilate cows but keep it from the press cuz they know the public won't believe them.
The kingpin behind all the sickness viewed, Dr. Filth, makes the quickest get away, heads back to the loony bin and starts working on his alibi. The story he tells works to his advantage and impresses those even more unhinged than him and they decide they want to join him on his next kill spree. The result is KK Rampage. A city lives in fear of something that is even more sick and what such mangled minds are capable of. They should be too cuz the 2 songs here are disturbed enough to make the Functional Blackouts oeuvre seem like an episode of 'the Care Bears.'