BYZANTINE - FUNDAMENTAL COMPONENT

1. Hatfield
2. Stick Figure
3. Stoning Judas
4. My New Casket
5. Sin Remover
6. Slipping on Noise
7. Kill Chain
8. Devil's Arithmetic, The
9. Brundlefly
10. Filth of Our Underlings, The

BRIEF REVIEW:

GOD WHAT A FUCKING HORRIBLE BAND, FOR SO MANY REASONS AS WELL. FOR EXHIBIT A: LOOK AT THEIR FUCKING NAME. I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU SHOULD NEVER JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVERS, BUT DO THESE TURDY ASSBILLIES HONESTLY BELIEVE THEY RESURRECTED OUT OF A LARGE GROTESQUE ANUS HOLE OF SOME MEDIEVAL ROMAN KNIGHT? GO PLAY YOUR GEEKY DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS FANTASY WAR FIGURES ELSEWHERE, NOBODY CARES WHAT YOU DO JUST TO SUPPRESS THE RAGING HORMONES OF HOMOSEXUALITY! GO PROBE THOSE THICK AND SHARPY ANAL-SWORDS UP THE DEPTH OF YOUR REAR FOR EXCITEMENT OUT OF YOUR BORING ASS LIFE YOU STUPID FUCKS.

I LAUGH IN THE FACE OF THOSE "SCHOLARLY INTELLECTUALS" WASTING OVER $40,000 OF POST-SECONDARY TUITION ON A "GREEK MYTHOLOGY AND/OR MEDIEVAL STUDIES". TELL ME, WHAT FUTURE CAREERS WILLBE IN STORES FOR YOU AFTER YOU GRADUATE THAT CAN MATCH YOUR QUALIFICATION, IN THIS PAINFUL TIME OF RECESSION YOU FUCKING WASTES OF SKIN CELLS? ARE YOU GOING TO WORK IN A FUCKING COMIC BOOK STORE'S NOVELTY SECTION AND GET PAID TO ROLE PLAY ALL DAY JUST TO DEMONSTRATE TO THIS WORLD WHAT A HUGE, EMBARRASSING FAGGOT YOU ARE? I CAN JUST IMAGINE YOUR QUALITY OF CUSTOMER SERVICE TO BE SOMETHING OF THE FOLLOWING...

INNOCENTLY YOUNG GEEK: "HEY EXCUSE ME SIR, WHERE DO YOU GUYS HAVE SPIDERMAN'S SIXTH COMIC SEQUEL?"

YOU THE FAGGOT: "HMM, SPIDER MAN? HALF SPIDER, HALF MAN? COULD THIS BE SOME NORDIC FOLKLORE FROM THE MEDIEVAL TIMES OF FOLKLORE? WELL MY FRIEND, THOSE FICTIONAL CREATURES ARE EXTINCT BY NOW, I BELIEVE! IN ACCORDING TO MY RESEARCH..." *GOES OFF ON A TANGENT ABOUT SOME QUASI-PHILOSOPHICAL BULLSHIT ABOUT ABSOLUTELY NOTHING*

MANAGER OF THE STORE LOSING BUSINESS: *ORDERS YOU INTO THE OFFICE BEFORE MOLESTING EVERY AIDS- POSITIVE HOLE YOU HAVE IN YOUR BODY.*

PLEASE MAKE SURE YOUR SALARY OF BELOW-MINIMUM WAGE IS SUFFICIENT FOR YOUR THREE-WAY SPLIT IN A BUNGALOW WITH TWO BROKE-ASS STARVING ARTISTS, SEEING THAT YOUR PARENTS OBVIOUSLY DISOWNED YOU DUE TO THE REPLACEMENT OF A THREE-LEGGED SHITZSU THEY'VE PICKED UP FROM THE DOGPOUND THAT CARRIES MORE MASCULINITY THAN YOUR SCROTUM HAS EVER PRODUCED IN A LIFETIME. OH, AND PUT THAT TIP JAR AWAY... NOBODY LIKES YOUR CRAP EITHER, NOT EVEN THE THIRTY YEAR OLD GEEKY VIRGINS IN A COMIC LAND.

HOLY FUCKING NERDY FAGGOT, GET A GIRLFRIEND BEFORE YOUR LIFE IS OVER SOON TO BOREDOM. SERIOUSLY THOUGH, NOT THE KING'S SEXY PRINCESS WHO YOU'LL SAVE FROM THE EVIL MILITIAS WHO WILL EVENTUALLY FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU ONE DAY IF YOU POKE HER EYES OUT. ONE IN REALITY, SOMETHING YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO GRASP FOR A LONG TIME.