NO WORDS IN MY PRECISION OF THE ENGLISH VOCABULARY CAN POSSIBLY DESCRIBE HOW MUCH OF A TURD THIS ALBUM ACTUALLY IS.
UNBELIEVABLE. ON TOP OF THAT, I FUCKING LOVE IT WHEN THESE COHORTS OF TALENTLESS BASTARDS ADD A NEW FUCKING GENRE TO THE ALREADY OVER-SATURATED POOL OF OBNOXIOUS DEATH METAL LABELS, TO MAKE IT SOUND AS IF THEIR SHIT DOESN'T STINK AND THOSE WHO FAILS TO APPRECIATE THEIR HORRIBLE SENSE OF "
ART" ARE STRICTLY OUTSIDERS WHO DOESN'T UNDERSTAND THEIR INNOVATIVE GENRE. OKAY, REAL TRICKY YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES. PERHAPS I FAIL TO COMPREHEND THE MASTER ARTISTRY OF "
BRUTAL DEATH" BECAUSE YOUR SPECIFIC SUB-GENRE SOUNDS LIKE A FUCKING BUNCH OF PIGS BEING BUTCHERED AND MUTILATED IN A MEAT FACTORY, STRICTLY FOR FUCKING SEXUAL PURPOSES. THOSE PIGS, AS
SIGMUND FREUD WOULD PSYCHOANALYZE, ARE OBVIOUSLY YOUR BIRTH GIVERS WHO TAUGHT YOU THEIR STYLE OF COMMUNICATION WHILE YOU FAGGOTS WERE YOUNG.
"GRRRRR BREEEE ORRRHHH ORRRHHH ORRRHHHH! BRUUUUUU UGHHHHH GURRR HURRLLLLL!!!!!" SOUNDS FAMILIAR TO YOUR CONCEPT ALBUMS? YEAH, REAL MACABRE YOU FUCKING FAGGOTS, I'M ANGRY AND JUST WOKEN UP FROM MY TOMBSTONE. STOP SOUNDING LIKE YOU'RE CHUGGING CYANIDE, BECAUSE THE ONLY PROBLEM IS THAT YOU FAGGOTS AREN'T. I'M SURE SATAN IS PROUD ENOUGH TO TAKE YOU DEMONS DOWN INTO HIS LAIR OF HELL, EXCEPT HONESTLY THE PROBLEM IS THAT HE'S BEEN LOSING FUCKING SLEEP OVER YOUR BAND PRACTICES AND IF HE'S SLEEP DEPRIVED FOR ANOTHER NIGHT HE MIGHT JUST REIGN ANOTHER ARMAGEDDON ON EARTH LIKE HE DID TO THE DINOSAURS.
HAVE SOME CURTEOSY FOR HUMANITY PLEASE YOU FUCKING HUGE FAGGOTS OF ABOMINATION? PLEASE TELL ME THIS, IS THERE ANY JOY TO YOUR LIVES OF UNBEARABLE AGONY AT ALL? WHAT KIND OF BAND, OR FAN, WAKES UP FROM HIS MAGGOT-INFESTED BED ONE MORNING AND DECIDES "
HMM, I AM GONNA RUN DOWN TO MY NEAREST HMV AND PURCHASE A BRUTAL DEATH ALBUM! \m/" IF YOU DO, I LAUGH IN YOUR PALE AND HIDEOUS ELEVEN-INCH-HAIRED HONKEY FACE. GET OVER YOUR GAY SELF ALREADY...
YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL, YOU'RE NOT UNIQUE. YOU ARE A FORTY-FIVE YEAR OLD SEXUALLY DEPRIVED VIRGIN DREAMING OF NECROPHILIAC PRACTICES TO DEAD GIRLS THAT SOMEHOW MANAGES TO SAY NO TO YOU. YOUR LIFE IS A PATHETIC BUNCH OF EMPTINESS THAT YOU TRY TO MAKE SOME MEANING OUT OF BY MAKING HORRENDOUS NOISE POLLUTION. END IT ALREADY, AND PUT YOUR STUPID FANS OUT OF THEIR OBLIVIOUS MISERY.
NO WORDS CAN POSSIBLY DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I LOATHE THOSE BLATANTLY PITIFUL METALHEADS