Voodoocult
Voodoocult was an international metal supergroup formed in 1993 by Phillip Boa, vocalist of the alternative band Phillip Boa & The Voodooclub. The project was especially notable for the reputation of the participating musicians, such as Chuck Schuldiner (of Death fame), Slayer drummer Dave Lombardo, and Mille Petrozza of the German thrash metal band Kreator. The band released two albums, and disbanded in 1996 after the release of the second album and a tour.
Discography
Albums
Singles
Band members
Original line-up
Last line-up
References
Voodoocult (album)
Voodoocult is the second and last album by heavy metal band Voodoocult, released in 1995.
Release
The album was issued on CD and double vinyl. The double vinyl edition with limited circulation of 1.000 and the Japanese edition contained two bonus tracks. The track "Death of a Kung Fu fighter" from the same sessions was not part of the album. However, its lyrics were printed in the booklet and it was released in 1996 on the single When Love Gets Terminated by Phillip Boa & The Voodooclub.
Track listing
All lyrics written by Phillip Boa.
Chart positions
Personnel
Voodoocult
Additional personnel
References
Podcasts:
Voodoocult
ALBUMS
- More Than Spacefillers released: 1997
- Voodoocult released: 1995
- Jesus Killing Machine released: 1995
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Cliffhunger On A Bloody Sunday
by: VoodoocultI just remember the day when I travelled to the smaller island
They ferry so full of lunatics...in a disco, in a grotto.
I was riving in extremes and ecstasy
In the early morning hours, I stole a hunter's jeep
he was a birdshooter and I stole his gun, so I drove to mushroomrock to shoot some birds
when I walked down to the sea I saw a cliffhanger mistook him for a bird shot him four times
he was falling into the sea
I felt like a bloody film giggling and throwing the gun into the sun
back on the ferry, I drank tons of water to clear my head, flew back
and home north
End of story. I hope it wasn't true. I still sing "I don't like Sundays!"
and in honour of memory I can't sleep,
still feeling like butcher's knife...bad feelings eat me daily