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.