A hideous, demented man who exumes dead bodies. He ritually desecrates graves, takes the putrified remains of freshly buried carcasses and cuts them up into slabs of raw human meat. This posthumous surgery is performed with his rusty old cleaver and is sold to vicious cannibals of his own abominable race of subhumans. The butchering starts with the production, which is abysmal.
Muddy production makes the hideous delivery that much more evil.
They're like the slabs of meat - just too heavy and extreme to actually make any difference in terms of minute details. Jeff Walker sounds like the mad butcher after you with his cleaver swinging in the air and a twisted grin on his face. This, of course, is a part of this album's charm. A very unique atmosphere is created - one of sickness, no doubt, but also of deliberate humour. The fact that all band members vegetarians makes it even funnier and more ironic.