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Showing posts with label THE SECRET. Show all posts
Showing posts with label THE SECRET. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

THE SECRET - LUCE



Brief Review:

BEST METALCORE ACT FROM ITALY - HANDS FUCKING DOWN. IT MAKES ME KIND OF GLAD THAT FROM THE DYING SKY BROKE UP FOR THIS NEWER ACT. WHO WOULD HAVE EVER THOUGHT THOSE MOB-FORMING COCAINE-SMUGGLING WOPS CAN POSSIBLY BE SO TALENTED? I GUESS PRACTICING UNDER THEIR CRIMINALLY MASTERMINDED FATHERS' RESTAURANTS SERVE ITS ULTIMATE EFFECTIVE PURPOSE AFTER ALL, BECAUSE WITHOUT THE GENERATIONS OF SOCIAL MISCONDUCTS THEIR FAMILY WOULD HAVE NEVER OTHERWISE BEEN ABLE TO AFFORD EVEN A SINGLE INSTRUMENT WITH THEIR LEGAL COVERUP BUSINESSES!

"HI, WELCOME TO TONY ALFREDO'S RESTAURANT, HOW MAY I HELP YOU?"
"YES I'D LIKE A DIMMU BURGER SERVED WITH A CRADLE OF FRIES, HOLD THE SIDEDISH OF GROTESQUE METALHEADS THAT TEND TO ALWAYS COME WITH IT."
"I'M SORRY BUT YOUR VERY LAST REQUEST IS STRICTLY OUT OF ANY POSSIBILITY, SIR!"
"WELL I'M SORRY BUT I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO LEAVE THEN!"

AS I WALKED OUT OF THE FOOD CAFE, THE BOSS COMES OUT FROM THE BACK WITH A SHOTGUN AND SHOOTS ME IN THE HEAD. HE THEN SUBSEQUENTLY DRAG MY CARCASS INTO THE BASEMENT AND TAKES A PHOTOSHOOT BEFORE SELLING THE NEGATIVES TO MAYHEM FOR THEIR NEW ALBUM VISUALS. I TOLD YOU METALHEADS ARE BAD FOR YOUR HEALTH YOU FUCKING FAGGOTS!