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Showing posts with label EXALT. Show all posts
Showing posts with label EXALT. Show all posts

Thursday, May 10, 2012

EXALT - BREACH FALSE MINDS

01. Loss/Rejoice
02. Misled
03. Warmth & Winter
04. Partisan Eyes
05. Empty Dreamer/Frail As Feathers
06. No Son
07. Serpents At My Feet
08. Onward
09. Pray For Release
10. Rejoice/Loss


BRIEF REVIEW:

I'M NO GOOD AT REVIEWING THE MERIT OF OTHER BAND'S MUSIC AND PRODUCTIONS, BUT I CAN SURE AS HELL RIDICULE A BAND ON EVERYTHING BUT THE MUSIC ITSELF, TO NO END. WITH THAT BEING SAID, THE LEAD SINGER OF THIS BAND IS AN ABSOLUTE FUCKING LUNATIC... AND HE'S QUITE UGLY TOO WHICH IS AN ATROCITY TO HUMANITY. (YOU KNOW YOUR BAND SUCKS WHEN YOUR LEAD SINGER'S UGLY). I WONDER IF HE JUST SIMPLY PUTS OFF HIS ANTI-PSYCHOTIC MEDICATIONS EVERY TIME THEY PLAY A FUCKING SHOW, FOR WHICH THE TEMPORARY WITHDRAWAL SYMPTOMS INCLUDE RUNNING IN CIRCLES ON STAGE AND BEING A FRANTIC MONKEY, SCREAMING POETICALLY IN A MONOLOGUE OR SOLILOQUY AS IF HE'S THE NEXT WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. WRONG, ASSHOLE. YOU ARE NOT SHAKESPEARE AND EVEN IF SO, NOBODY IS INTERESTED IN SHAKESPEARECORE. BECAUSE NOBODY CAN FUCKING UNDERSTAND A SINGLE WORD OF YOUR RAMBLING WHEN YOU'RE SCREAMING BLOODY-MARY INTO THE FUCKING AIR LIKE A PATIENT FROM THE INSANE ASYLUM. THIS FUCKING DEMENTED GOOF THINKS HE'S SOME SUPREME POETIC ARTIST ON STAGE, WHILE POST-SECONDARY PSYCHOLOGY GRADUATES ATTEND HIS SHOWS TO TAKE NOTES TO WRITE THEIR THEORETICAL CLINICAL THESES. NEWS FLASH DICKHEAD, SCREAMING BY YOURSELF GETS YOU NOTHING BECAUSE NOBODY IS TALKING TO YOU. GODDAMN, SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY. OTHER PATIENTS IN THIS MENTAL WARD'S TRYING TO FUCKING SLEEP TOO.

I ONCE GOT LOCKED UP IN A PSYCH WARD BECAUSE I MIXED TWENTY-THREE HITS OF ACID INTO MY MILK DUE TO THE FACT THAT WE RAN OUT OF CEREAL IN MY WELFARE BUNGALOW. AS I JUMPED OFF MY SECOND STORY WINDOW IN MY LOUSY ATTEMPT TO COMMIT SUICIDE, SOME ASSHOLES IN PUBLIC DIALED 911 AND THE PARAMEDICS CAME AND STRAPPED ME ONTO A FUCKING STRETCHER. AND BECAUSE I WAS SO FUCKED OFF MY MIND ON LSD, I WAS EXPERIENCING THE GREATEST DEJA-VU AND SCREAMING FOR MY STEP-DAD TO STOP POKING MY RECTUM WITH HIS SAUSAGE AS HE DID SO DELIGHTFULLY FOUR DECADES AGO WHEN I WAS A VULNERABLE LITTLE MUNCHKIN. WITH ALL THESE FLASHBACKS WERE FLYING BY MY HALLUCINATING EYES, I WAS SCREAMING AND PUKING MUDKIPS IN THE AMBULANCE. AS THE VEHICLE WAS RUSHING IT HIT A SPEEDBUMP AND I COMPLETELY SHAT MY PANTS, ALL YOU SAW WAS POOP EXPLODING ALL OVER THE FUCKING STRETCHER. BECAUSE I ALSO HAVEN'T WIPED MY ASS IN THE PAST TWO DECADES, THE WHOLE VEHICLE SMELLED SO GODDAMN AWFUL THAT THE DRIVER ASPHYXIATED TO DEATH ON SITE AND RAN THE VEHICLE INTO A FUCKING DAYCARE CENTER. WHEN THE NATIONAL BREAKING NEWS CAME TO FILM THE EVENT ON REAL-TIME, ALL YOU CAN SEE BEHIND THE NEWSCASTERS WERE LITTLE TODDLERS ROLLING AROUND IN THE BACK OF THE BROKEN PARAMEDICS VEHICLE ALL SMEARED IN MY HIV-POSITIVE SHIT.

NEEDLESS TO SAY WHEN THE BAND SAW THIS INCIDENT ON THE NEWS, THEY WERE BEYOND IMPRESSED AND GOT IN TOUCH WITH ME TO ASK THEM TO TRY OUT FOR VOCALS. BECAUSE I WAS STILL TRIPPIN BAWLS ON ACID AFTER THE FIRST 180 DAYS OF THE EVENT, I THOUGHT I WAS MOTHERFUCKING KING TUT LIVING IN A PYRAMID THUS COULD NOT RESPOND TO THEIR REQUEST COHERENTLY. SO LESS FAVOURABLY, AS A SECOND CHOICE THEY GOT THE GOOF THEY HAVE NOW FOR VOCALS. GO FUCKING FIGURE. BUT YET IT IS STILL UNDENIABLE THAT I CAN PLEA INSANITY BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE IN THIS WHOLE ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD, SO FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING GODDAMN FAGGOTS.