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Showing posts with label POISON THE WELL. Show all posts
Showing posts with label POISON THE WELL. Show all posts

Monday, November 26, 2012

POISON THE WELL - THE OPPOSITE OF DECEMBER & TEARS FROM THE RED (DIGITALLY REMASTERED 2012)

1. 12/23/93 ( 3:06)
02. A Wish for Wings That Work ( 3:32)
03. Artist’s Rendering of Me ( 3:19)
04. Slice Paper Wrists ( 3:55)
05. Nerdy ( 2:43)
06. To Mandate Heaven ( 2:39)
07. Not Within Arms Length ( 2:26)
08. Mid Air Love Message ( 3:08)
09. My Mirror No Longer Reflects ( 3:23)
10. Botchla ( 3:09)
11. Lazzaro ( 2:59)
12. Turn Down Elliot ( 3:59)
13. Rings From Corona ( 2:46)
14. Moments Over Exaggerate ( 3:14)
15. Horns and Tails ( 2:42)
16. Sticks and Stones Never Made Sense ( 3:34)
17. Pieces of You in Me ( 3:00)
18. Karsey Street ( 1:07)
19. Parks and What You Meant to Me ( 3:47)


YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THEY SAY ... IF IT AIN'T BROKE, DON'T FIX IT. ESPECIALLY IF IT SMELLED LIKE A PIECE OF TURD TO BEGIN WITH. YUP. MY PIECE OF TURD WAS WHAT POISONED THE WELL IN THIS RURAL HICKVILLE TO BEGIN WITH. THANKS TO ME, ALL RESIDENTS OF MY FAGGOT NUDIST VILLAGE ATE EDIBLES WITH SEDIMENTS OF MY ANAL EXCRETIONS FOR A WEEK AND HALF. MY POOP SMELLS SO UNBELIEVABLY RAUNCHY THAT IT PENETRATED THROUGH THE SEWAGE PIPELINES AND ENDED UP BURNING ITS WAY TO THE BOTTOM OF THE GLOBE AND OUT THE ENTER END IN CHINA WHERE THE GOOKS HAD A BLAST SHISH KABOBBING MY SMELLY PELLETS AND SELLING THEM ON STREET VENDORS. THANK MY SHITHOLE LATER YOU STUPID YELLOW LOOKING SLIT-EYED CHINKS!! 

 WOW I FUCKING SUCK AT MAKING REVIEWS.

Friday, March 6, 2009

POISON THE WELL - II-III (COLOURED 7'' VINYL)

1. Shuffle
2. Bowie


BRIEF REVIEW:

I LOVE IT WHEN BANDS THAT YOU GREW UP TO RESPECT AND IDOLIZE EVENTUALLY ALWAYS PULL A FUCKING FAST ONE ON YOU AND TURN INTO COMPLETE AND UTTER FUCKING DISGRACEFUL DISASTERS. DON'T YOU HATE IT WHEN THEY CLAIM TO HIT SOME SORT OF SUDDEN "ARTISTIC PEAK" AND PULL A FUCKING COMPLETE ONE-EIGHTY ON THEIR GENRE OF CREATION? HEY NEWS FLASH, THERE'S ONLY ONE MIKE PATTON IN THIS WORLD... LIKELY CHANCES ARE YOU ARE NOT HIM. SO WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS TRYING TO PULL? DIVERSITY? WHY IN THE FUCKING WORLD WOULD YOU DO THAT? HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT THAT'S FUCKING DONE TO NORTH AMERICA? WHY DON'T YOU STUPID PRETENTIOUS IDIOTIC FAGGOTS STICK WITH WHAT YOU'RE FUCKING GOOD AT INSTEAD OF COMPOSING UTTER CRAP THAT'S GOING TO DISAPPOINT THE MINUSCULE AMOUNT OF FANS THAT YOU BARELY HAD IN THE BEGINNING? OH, WAIT. NEVERMIND, THEY'RE TOO BUSY WORKING IN THE REAL WORLD EARNING AN HOURLY WAGE HIGHER THAN YOUR ENTIRE EXISTENCE'S WORTH.

IF I EVER WANTED TO HEAR SOME STRANGE "DIVERSE" AND "EXPERIMENTAL" BULLSHIT THAT MARKS A BUNCH OF FAGGOT MUSICIAN'S PROGRESS, I'D SCRATCH UP THEIR OLD ALBUMS AND PLAY IT IN REVERSE. UNTIL THEN, FUCK OFF AND STICK WITH YOUR ORIGINAL CRAP THAT YOU'RE UNFORTUNATELY NOTORIOUS FOR. NOBODY CARES THAT YOU'VE TURNED TWENTY FIVE, JUST FUCK OFF ALREADY.