1. Black Ink on Black PaperBRIEF REVIEW
HOLY FUCKING GOD THERE'S NO WORD IN MY SOPHISTICATED ENGLISH VOCABULARY CAN I USE TO DESCRIBE THIS BAND'S UNBEARABLE HORRIDNESS. FOLLOWING THIS BAND'S CHALK-SCREECHING BULLSHIT MAKES ME REALIZE ONE THING: REGARDLESS OF HOW BAD YOU ARE AS A GRINDCORE ACT, YOU'LL RIGHTEOUSLY EARN A LEGENDARY "CULT" STATUS IF YOU SURVIVE FOR LONGER THAN FIVE YEARS PUBLISHING CRAP THAT SOUNDS LIKE YOUR HEAD GETTING PUMMELED IN BY A JACKHAMMER. ALL HAIL POLITICAL GRINDCORE WITH AMBIGUOUSLY GAY SONG TITLES CONTORTED FROM CURRENT EVENT PARODIES. MAYBE THIS WILL OVERCOMPENSATE FOR ALL THE CREDITS YOU FAILED TO EARN FROM THE COLLEGES YOU FAGGOTS DROPPED OUT FROM?
ALSO, LET ME TAKE SOME TIME TO APPRECIATE THE IRONY OF THE ALBUM NAME HERE. HONKEY REDUCTION? HAHA HOLY FUCK, MY ACHING ANUS. I STILL WON'T LISTEN TO YOUR FUCKING ALBUM EVEN IF IT WAS THE LAST ARTIFACT IN THE WORLD THAT PRESERVE YOUR FUCKING SHAMEFUL WHITE HERITAGE, YOU HICKY-DICKY INBREDS. OH LOOK, HERE COMES THE THIRTY-SECOND-GRINDCORE-SONGS TRENDWAGON! GO HOP ON IT AND JOIN THE FESTIVE ORGY WHILE I COMPOSE A SONG IN TRIBUTE TO YOU MOTHERFUCKING HERMAPHRODITES CALLED "REPRESSED MIDSUMMER NIGHTS OF GROUP MOLESTATION LEADS TO A COPIOUS AMOUNT OF STRESS AND A CHILD WITH RECESSIVE GENES WHICH ULTIMATELY RESULTED IN AGORAPHOBIC NOSEBLEED". I THINK THE SONG TITLE ITSELF IS AT LEAST TWICE LONGER THAN YOUR WHOLE ENTIRE FUCKING ALBUM.
OH MY, WHAT AM I DOING AT 3:51 AM. I AM GOING FUCKING CRAZY. I THINK I'LL MOVE TO QUEBEC AND BECOME A FRENCH FARMER WHO MAKES ENGLISH MILK RAP COMMERCIALS WITH MY THICK DISGUSTING FRANCOPHONE ACCENT.
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