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VOTE WEBMASTER FOR PRESIDENT 2012 (SO THAT FILTHY HALF-BREEF NEGROID HAS NO CHANCE OF RUNNING THE SECOND TERM ONLY TO RISK HIMSELF FROM BEING TORCHED ON A BURNING KKKROSS)!







THE TRANSCENDANCE TO A PINK LAYOUT IS THE FINAL MANIFESTATION OF MY EXTREME HOMOSEXUALITY I'VE WORKED SO HARD TO REPRESS ENTIRELY THROUGHOUT MY MISERABLY CONFUSED LIFE! I CAN'T HIDE THIS MY BLATANT HORMONES ANY LONGER! PLEASE FUCK ME WITH YOUR AIDS STICK YOU HOLY FUCKING FAGGOTS?

DISCLAIMER: IN ORDER TO FIT IN WITH EVERY OTHER HALF-ASSED LAW-ABIDING PUSSY-ASS ALBUM BLOGS OUT ON THE NET, I WILL HAVE TO REMIND ALL YOU PARANOID SCHIZOPHRENICS THAT I DO NOT HOST ANYTHING ON THIS WEBSITE BUT MERELY REDIRECT YOU TO LINKS OF RIPPED ALBUMS THAT SOMEHOW MIRACULOUSLY PRE-EXISTED ON THE INTERNET DUE TO STRANGE FORCES OF NATURE. PIRATE THESE ALBUMS AT YOUR OWN CONSEQUENTIAL RISKS YOU FUCKING COWARDLY METALHEAD FAGGOTS.

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Sunday, January 18, 2009

A DAY TO REMEMBER - AND THEIR NAME WAS TREASON

1 Intro
2 Heartless
3 Your Way With Words Is Through Silence
4 A Second Glance
5 Casablanca Sucked Anyways
6 You Should Have Killed Me When You Had The Chance
7 If Looks Could Kill
8 You Had Me At Hello
9 1958
10 Sounds The Alarm


BRIEF REVIEW:

"AND THEIR NAME WAS TREASON" IS RIGHT. IT'S TOTAL FUCKING TREASON FOR THIS BAND TO TURN TO SUCH FUCKING CRAP SINCE ITS MEDIOCRE INCEPTION. DOESN'T ANY HALF-ASSED RETARD BAND KNOW HOW TO COMPOSE MUSIC ANYMORE? IT'S NOT LIKE THESE POP-PUNKCORE SELLOUTS REALLY HAD ANYTHING SIGNIFICANT TO OFFER IN THE FIRST PLACE AND THEY COULD HAVE SLIT THEIR GODDAMN WRISTS TO DEATH WITH THEIR NYLON STRINGS BEFORE RELEASING ANOTHER ALBUM.

I CANNOT FULLY FATHOM THE REASON AS TO WHY HARDCORE BANDS NOWADAYS ARE TRANSFORMING INTO A BUNCH OF WHINY, SOULLESS POP PUNK FAGGOTS. IF I WANTED SOME FALLOUT BOY AND GREEN DAY, I'D WHORE MY COCK INSIDE THE LOCAL HOT TOPIC BY SPINNING MY PIERCED DICK LIKE A FUCKING HELICOPTER AND MAKE THE SHOPKEEPER BLOW ON IT LIKE A FUCKING FLUTE. I'D THEN CLIMAX ORGASMICALLY, PRODUCING THIRTY-TWO DIFFERENT NOTES IN MULTIPLE SCALES. I'D THEN SELL THE MUSIC PRODUCED OFF MY SKIN-FLUTE AND SELL A FUCKING TRIPLE PLATINUM AND BECOME THE NEXT LIMPWRIST FOR YOU MEMBERS OF THE GAY COMMUNITY.

FAGGOTTTTSSSSSSSSS

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