Showing posts with label AN ALBATROSS. Show all posts
Showing posts with label AN ALBATROSS. Show all posts
Monday, May 3, 2010
AN ALBATROSS - EAT LIGHTNING, SHIT THUNDER
1. Pa Inferno
2. Mother's Day Came a Little Early This Year
3. You Can't Take That Hot-Rod With You When You Go
4. Channel 96
5. Uncle Funky Pants
6. Electric Suits and Cowboy Boots
7. I Live the Good Life
8. Man Eating Pig of Madidi, The
9. Great Sarcophagus, The
10. Kluver-Bucy Nocturne in Bb
BRIEF REVIEW:
THIS BAND IS SO FUCKING FAGGOT I HARDLY KNOW WHERE TO START... PERHAPS THAT ONE INCIDENT THEY MADE A MOSH CALL FOR A GENDER-BASED WALL-OF-DEATH, AND AS THEIR SIXTEEN YEAR OLD SPAZZOGRIND SCENE FANS DIVERGED TO THE SIDE OF THE ARENA BASED ON THEIR GENDERS AND BRACED THEMSELVES FOR A CALL FOR GO, THEY IMMEDIATELY DROPPED THEIR INSTRUMENTS AND MOLESTED EACH AND EVERY SINGLE GUY GATHERED IN ONE SIDE OF THE ROOM.THAT IS SO FUCKING FAGGOT I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF ANYMORE. I MIGHT JUST HAVE A COMPETITION FOR THE FUTURE IT LOOKS LIKE!
I'M SO FUCKING SICK OF THIS CROSS-GENRE OF ELECTRONICA AND GRINDCORE THAT I THINK I'M ABOUT TO FAINT TO ITS EQUIVALENCE OF A CHINK-EYED JAPANESE TODDLER HAVING AN EPILEPTIC SEIZURE WHILE WATCHING FLASHY PIXELS OF GUNDAM-WINGS ON FAST-FORWARD AND REPEAT. STUPID CHINKY JAPANESE MOTHERS SHOULD SIMPLY HIRE A BABYSITTER INSTEAD OF USING THE TELEVISION AS SUBSTITUTION. NEED TO SEEK FOR A BABYSITTER? LOOK NO FURTHER THAN THE HONOURABLE WEBMASTER HIMSELF! HAVING ME TO BABYSIT YOUR STUPID BRATS MEANS SATISFACTION GUARANTEED! I SWEAR BY THE END OF THE DAY I'LL HAVE YOUR KIDS SO FUCKING BRUISED AND TRAUMATIZED (IN VARIOUS PARTS OF HIS/HER BODY) THAT HE/SHE WOULD NOT EVER DARE TO DISOBEY YOUR DESIRE OF SILENCE EVER AGAIN, SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO REVEAL YOUR DIRTY HOBBY ON SPARE NIGHTS WHEN YOU LEAVE HOME AND HOOK UP WITH EVERY FUCKING INFANTRY IN YOUR LOCAL REGIONAL DIVISION WHILE THEY PUMP THEIR HUGE RIFLES INTO YOUR GROTESQUE SOCKETS, THREE AT A TIME YOU FUCKING FILTHY SKANKS!
IT'S FUNNY BECAUSE HAVING TO BABYSIT YOUR STUPID BRATS, THEY CAN'T HELP BUT WONDER WHERE THE BABIES ARE COMING OUT FROM EVERY NINE MONTHS, SINCE YOU'RE A SINGLE MOTHER WITH NO STABILITY. BUT THAT'S COOL BECAUSE YOU MAKE THEM BELIEVE THEY'RE DELIVERED BY STUPID STORKS THAT SHOW UP AT THE DOOR. WHEN ASKED WHY THEY'VE NEVER BEEN CONFRONTED BY LIVING AND TALKING STORKS (SINCE THEY'RE THE ONES WHO ALWAYS ANSWER EVERY SINGLE DOORKNOCK CONSIDERING YOU'RE ALWAYS GONE), YOU TELL THEM THAT THE STORKS ARE ANIMORPHIC IN THE SHAPE OF A MAILMAN. THAT'S SOME AWESOME ALIBI SISTER, YOU SO KOOL, YOU GOT IT GOIN' ON LIKE THAT. SO IN THAT CASE, I'LL FUCKING RAPE YOUR KIDS WHILE YOU GO OUT ON A NIGHTLY BASIS AND GET FUCKED BY THE OVERNIGHTERS OF THE POSTAL OFFICE FOR YOUR RARE STAMP COLLECTION. IT'S NOT A HASSLE FOR ME TO TAKE AWAY YOUR KIDS' DIGNITY IF YOU NEVER HAD ANY YOURSELF.
IT MUST BE HEREDITARY GENETICS YOU FUCKING DYKEY-ASS TRAMPS
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