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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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Tuesday, March 2, 2010

EATING GLASS - FEED THEM TO THE VULTURES

1. Cannibals
2. Amongst The Wolves
3. My Own Hell / Watching the World Burn
4. King of Frauds
5. Beating Myself Up
6. Feed Them...
7. ...To the Vultures
8. Coming Clean


BRIEF REVIEW:

YEAH, HOW ABOUT WE FEED YOUR FUCKING GARBAGE ALBUM TO THE VULTURES YOU STUPID THRASHY HARDCORE PUNK ASS FAGGOTS. IT'S RIDICULOUS HOW THIS WHOLE ENTIRE ALBUM OF EIGHT/NINE TRACKS CONSISTS OF THE SAME THREE CHORDS, WITH NO VARIATION WHATSOEVER. EVERY SUBSEQUENT TRACK SOUNDS LIKE THE FIRST SONG PUT ON REPEAT. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH BOTH OF YOU GUITARISTS ... PARENTS COULDN'T AFFORD A GUITAR WITH MORE THAN THREE FRETS? THAT'S SHIT... EVEN A FUCKING SONY PLAYSTATION'S "GUITAR HERO" MOCK INSTRUMENT HAS FIVE BUTTONS AND HERE YOU CAN'T EVEN FORM MORE THAN THREE POWER-CHORDS? IT'S OKAY FAGGOTS, AT LEAST YOU BROKE UP... MUST HAVE RAN OUT OF RIFFS WITH THE THREE SAME FRETS OVER AND OVER AGAIN, I UNDERSTAND. I'VE HEARD MORE MUSICAL INTEGRITY IN ABSOLUTE DEAD SILENCE YOU FUCKING ENEMIES OF HETEROSEXUALITY!


IT'S FUNNY BECAUSE PERSONALLY I HATE THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF THIS STUPID CRUST-THRASH-PUNK-HARDCORE SCENE OR WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU CALL THIS GAY MUSIC. ALL THESE DIE-HARD PISS-OFF TRUE-TO-THE-BONE HARDCORE FANS WILL TELL YOU THAT THIS SHIT IS NON-GENERIC AND A MASTERPIECE. ORLY? SOUNDS LIKE MY ANUS GRINDING TO A FUCKING SCRATCHING POST WHILE THE CAT'S SCRAPING MY PENIS (EXCEPT LESS PAINFUL). GOING TO THESE SHOWS AND WATCHING THEM CRAB-WALK BACK AND FORTH WITH THE OCCASIONAL WINDMILLING THAT KNOCKS OUT MY PUSSY-ASS SELF SEMI-CONSCIOUS REALLY PISSES ME OFF. SO I TRIED FIGHTING ONE OF THEM AND ONLY ENDED UP IN THE EMERGENCY WARD. WHEN THE DOCTORS ASKED ME WHAT SENT ME HERE, AND I RESPONDED "EATING GLASS". THEY FREAKED THE FUCK OUT AND PLUGGED A VACCUM INTO MY MOUTH AND TOLD ME TO TRY TO SPIT OUT THE SHARDS. WHAT THE FUCK! FUCK YOU AND YOUR FUCKING GAY MISLEADING BAND NAME AS WELL, YOU DOUCHEBAG FAGGOTS.


NORMALLY I'D TYPE MORE BUT I AM NOT EVEN GOING TO DIGNIFY THIS SHIT WITH ANOTHER PARAGRAPH. CHANCES ARE BY THE TIME YOU FINISHED READING THE FIRST PARAGRAPH OF THIS REVIEW, THE WHOLE ALBUM ALREADY RAN THROUGH TWICE ON REPEAT. IT'S OKAY FAGGOTS, THEY CALL IT MUSIC.

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