1. "Hey Man!" 3:48
2. "Buy American Machines" 2:13
3. "The Willing" 3:31
4. "Make Tonight" 3:44
5. "Hotline" 3:26
6. "Soundtrack to a Headrush" 2:53
7. "Breathe Underwater" 3:33
8. "The New Violence" 3:26
9. "Xerocide" 3:18
10. "Dislocated" 3:30
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2. "Buy American Machines" 2:13
3. "The Willing" 3:31
4. "Make Tonight" 3:44
5. "Hotline" 3:26
6. "Soundtrack to a Headrush" 2:53
7. "Breathe Underwater" 3:33
8. "The New Violence" 3:26
9. "Xerocide" 3:18
10. "Dislocated" 3:30
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BRIEF REVIEW:
NOBODY GIVES A FUCK ABOUT YOUR GODDAMN POP-PUNK BAND THAT EFFORTLESSLY CREATE AFTER THE DEMISE OF YOUR PREVIOUS HARDCORE MOSH BAND THAT WAS GOING NOWHERE OUTSIDE OF YOUR SPECIFIC CIRCLE OF FRIENDS, YOU FUCKING UPPER-MIDDLE CLASS SPOILED FAGGOT BRATS. GO PLAY SOME MORE JUNIOR VARSITY FOOTBALL BEFORE YOU FUCKING COMPOSE MUSIC, MAYBE THEN YOU'LL CREATE SOME TUNES WITH MORE BALLS. AND NOT JUST THE BALLS YOU LIKE TO SUCK ON DURING BAND SLUMBER PARTIES, YOU CUTIE PATTOOTIES. GET BENT AND VICIOUSLY THRUSTED UP THE ASSHOLE WITH A THORNY VINE.
MAN I HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO TALK ABOUT IN REGARDS TO THIS ALBUM (SEEING THAT ANYTHING RELEVANT TO A REVIEW OF THIS RECORD, I'VE ALREADY DONE IN THE PREVIOUS PARAGRAPH)... I'M JUST GOING TO ADD SOME HOME-MADE INSULTS ABOUT YOUR MOTHER FOR GOOD MEASURES. HMM, LET'S SEE... YOUR MAMA SO FAT SHE'S THE ONLY PERSON EVER WHO GOT A TATTOO OF THE ENTIRE MATHEMATICAL CONSTANT OF PI (π) COMPLETED AROUND HER WAIST. HAHAH TAKE THAT MOTHERFUCKERS. AND YOUR MAMA SO FUCKING STUPID THAT ONCE THE WORK WAS DONE, SHE TRIED LOOKING FOR REPEATING PATTERNS ON HER BODY. BUT YO MAMA SO HAIRY THAT ALL THE NUMBERS CLIMBED TO THEIR ESCAPE WHEN SHE WAS SLEEPING AND GUESS WHAT, YOUR MAMA SO FUCKING GODDAMN WHACK THAT WHEN HER RELATIVES QUESTIONED WHERE THE WORK'S WENT, SHE RESPONDED "UHH I THINK I TRIED DIVIDING IT BY ZERO... HUHUHUHUH"
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I SWEAR YOUR MAMA'S SO FUCKING FAT AND RETARDED, NO LIE, THAT WHEN HER WEIGHT-LOSS PLANNING PROGRAM GENERATED AN ALGORITHM FOR HER DIETARY SOLUTIONS, SHE THOUGHT IT WAS A FUCKING HOPSCOTCH EXERCISE. AND I FUCKING LOATHE YOUR MOTHER SO MUCH, MORE THAN JUST BECAUSE SHE'S FAT, HAIRY, WHACK, AND STUPID. SHE GAVE ME HEAD LAST NIGHT AND IT WAS THE WORST HEAD I'VE EVER RECEIVED, ESPECIALLY WHEN THERE WAS NO OPENING HOLE FOR HER MOUTH GIVEN THE PLASTIC BAG I'VE WRAPPED AROUND HER HIDEOUS FACE. THEN SHE STARTED TURNING PALE BUT I SURE COULDN'T TELL BECAUSE THE BLACK GROCERY BAG WASN'T A SEE-THROUGH ONE. BY THE TIME SHE STOPPED JITTERING, I FUCKING ROBBED YOUR FATHER ON HIS WAY TO COLLECT HER WORTHLESS LIFE INSURANCE.
MAN I FUCKING LOVE MY BLOG
1 comment:
It's been a little while since I've even thought about your silly little blog. You didn't update it for awhile so I thought maybe you might have found something better to do with your time (which wouldn't be hard to do..). You post something, and then say the same thing over, and over, and over. It's like your mind is stuck on repeat. And most of the bands you post on here people actually like. Now, people like them and people hate them. That is with every band, every genre of music, and pretty much anything in life. But I guess you just want to be "different" with your silly antics and insane word choices. Oh, look! Another scenester who is trying to be different.. nice try.
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