The mincing machine starts up slowly, spluttering metallically, coughing oil over you.  You give it a minute to get going, and then you go and fetch the elephant. 

Nice elephant.  Don’t be scared. 

You truss the elephant to a crane, and swing it over the machine.  Which is a bit harder to do than it is to type.  Then you lower it down, tail end first.  The tail gets a bit caught in the machine, causing it to grind a bit.  And then the blades hit rump.

wwwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaa

It is a bit distressing.  You liked that elephant.  As elephants went, it was pretty good.  Good flappy ears.  Smiley face.  Great football player.  Still, you press on. 

The legs go through the mincer now.  And a fine set of elephantine genitals.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

You note that shredded elephant makes a hell of a mess.  Don’t worry, you don’t need to do the whole elephant.  Pack a couple of bin liners full of the mince, and stick them in the boot of your car, drive into town.

Now you did bring the cannon did you?  Good.  Stuff a couple of the bin liners in there, and fire it at a bunch of tramps.

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAwhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Hear how they shout!  Watch as they fight their way out of the meat pie, get confused, and begin to fight each other, pounding each other with bloody fists until they are too exhausted to continue and fall over, seagulls descending to feast on the carnage.

Human Animal by Wolf Eyes sounds exactly like all that.

Subpop have posted an mp3 of “The Driller” here