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VOTE WEBMASTER FOR PRESIDENT 2012 (SO THAT FILTHY HALF-BREEF NEGROID HAS NO CHANCE OF RUNNING THE SECOND TERM ONLY TO RISK HIMSELF FROM BEING TORCHED ON A BURNING KKKROSS)!







THE TRANSCENDANCE TO A PINK LAYOUT IS THE FINAL MANIFESTATION OF MY EXTREME HOMOSEXUALITY I'VE WORKED SO HARD TO REPRESS ENTIRELY THROUGHOUT MY MISERABLY CONFUSED LIFE! I CAN'T HIDE THIS MY BLATANT HORMONES ANY LONGER! PLEASE FUCK ME WITH YOUR AIDS STICK YOU HOLY FUCKING FAGGOTS?

DISCLAIMER: IN ORDER TO FIT IN WITH EVERY OTHER HALF-ASSED LAW-ABIDING PUSSY-ASS ALBUM BLOGS OUT ON THE NET, I WILL HAVE TO REMIND ALL YOU PARANOID SCHIZOPHRENICS THAT I DO NOT HOST ANYTHING ON THIS WEBSITE BUT MERELY REDIRECT YOU TO LINKS OF RIPPED ALBUMS THAT SOMEHOW MIRACULOUSLY PRE-EXISTED ON THE INTERNET DUE TO STRANGE FORCES OF NATURE. PIRATE THESE ALBUMS AT YOUR OWN CONSEQUENTIAL RISKS YOU FUCKING COWARDLY METALHEAD FAGGOTS.

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Tuesday, May 29, 2012

LOVE SEX MACHINE - SELF-TITLED

1. Anal On Deceased Virgin
2. Deafening Peepshow
3. Fucking Battle
4. Antagonism Can STFU
5. Plenty Of Feelings
6. Vagina Curse
7. Killed With A Monster Cock
8. Warstrike Takes The Piss


BRIEF REVIEW:

WELCOME TO THE YEAR OF 2012 WHERE EVERY SINGLE FUCKING BAND SOUNDS EXACTLY THE SAME FROM EACH OTHER.

DO YOU REMEMBER THAT BULLSHIT METALCORE CRAZE THROUGHOUT THE LAST DECADE THAT HAS ATTRACTED SO MUCH CRITICISM IN TERMS OF ITS OVERUSE OF WATERED DOWN DERIVATIVES OF EACH OTHER? STUPID CRITIQUES CAN SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT THAT BULLSHIT ALREADY BECAUSE IT ULTIMATELY BECAME A TREND TO BASH ON METALCORE MORE SO THAN APPRECIATING THE IMPACT THE GENRE ACTUALLY HAD IN OUR MUSICAL CULTURE. WHAT WAS AWFULLY IRONIC IS THAT JUST AS BANDS WANTED TO GET AWAY FROM USING REPETITIVE METALCORE ELEMENTS, THEY RESORTED TO THIS GAY-ASS DOOM, SLUDGE AND CRUST ELEMENTS THAT SOUNDS EVEN MORE STALE AND MONOTONOUS THAN EVER.

INTRODUCING LOVE SEX MACHINE. A BAND FULL OF FRENCH FAGGOTS WHO PROBABLY SPEAK LIKE THEY'VE ALL GOT FROGS STUCK IN THEIR MOUTHS. JUST AS YOU THINK YOU THINK THEIR FRENCH ACCENT IS OF SOMETHING BARBARICALLY UNBEARABLE, WAIT UNTIL YOU HEAR THIS FUCKING HORSE DOO-DOO THAT PEOPLE CALL MUSIC. ALL IT IS IS SIMPLY EIGHT TRACKS OF BASS-HEAVY DROP-TUNED OPEN-CHORD GARBAGE THAT SOUNDS LIKE AN IMPENDING SEISMIC VOLCANO READY TO BLOW IN THE MIDST OF FIJI. AS EXCITING AS THAT MAY SOUND, THE FUCKING ISSUE IS THERE IS NOTHING "MUSICAL" ABOUT PLAYING AN OPEN CHORD. HERE, LET ME TAB OUT ONE OF THEIR SONGS (AND KEEP IN MIND THAT THIS IS THE PERFECT EXAMPLE OF HOW EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEIR TRACKS IN THIS ALBUM GOES):

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I'VE SEEN MORE ARTISTIC CREATIVITY IN BINARY COMPUTER PROGRAMMING YOU FUCKING DUMBASS PIECES OF HANDICAPS. IT MUST HAVE BEEN CHEAP TO BUY A GUITAR WITH ONLY ONE FRET YOU STUPID POVERTY-STRICKEN FAGGOTS. THE TAB SHEET LOOKS LIKE MY SPHERICAL SHIT NUGGETS POPPING OUT OF MY ANUS AFTER A WEEK'S DIET ON KRAFT DINNER AND RAMEN NOODLE RECIPES, YOU FUCKIN' CREATIVITY IMPAIRED RETARDS. I CAN JIZZ OVER A MUSIC TABULATION SHEET AND PRODUCE SOMETHING THAT WOULD SEEM LIKE A STADIUM MASTERPIECE COMPARED TO YOUR TONE-DEAF BULLSHIT. STOP COMPOSING WHAT YOU DEFINE AS "MUSIC" IMMEDIATELY YOU IMPAIRED BABOONS.

I'VE HEARD MORE MUSICAL INTEGRITY FROM MUTE NIGGERS SINGING ACAPELLA YOU DUMB FUCKS. IT'S FUNNY BECAUSE THERE'S A WHOLE MOVEMENT OF THIS APPALLING GARBAGE ON THROATRUINER RECORDS , SOME REDUNDANT FRENCH LABEL THAT SIGNS COUNTLESS GARBAGE BANDS LIKE THIS. I CAN JUST IMAGINE THEIR SHOWS CONSISTING OF A BUNCH OF STONED OUT METAL HEADS IN PONY TAILS MIXED IN WITH A FEW ODD LOOKING HARDCORE KIDS THAT FEEL OUT OF PLACE. HAHAHAHAHA. I ABSOLUTELY LOATHE THIS NEW MOVEMENT. GO GET YOUR ONE ARM AMPUTATED AND PLAY IN A BAND JUST AS GOOD AS THIS, YOU TALENTLESS GIMPS. ACTUALLY BETTER YET, JUST GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SCENE.

AND CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THE NAME OF THIS BAND? LOVE, SEX, MACHINE? LOVE, SEX, AND MASTURBATION IS MORE LIKE IT. EXCEPT THERE'S NOTHING I CAN GET FROM THE THREE EXCEPT FOR THE LAST ONE. BUT THEN AGAIN I WAS TO AMPUTATE MY ARMS TO PLAY THIS SHIT MUSIC, LOOKS LIKE I WON'T BE PERFORMING THE LAST ACTIVITY ON MYSELF EITHER. IT'S A FUCKING PITY. IMAGINE MAKING LOVE TO THIS FUCKING MUSIC: MY DICK WOULD BE SOFT FOR A WHOLE ENTIRE THIRTY MINUTES OF THIS ALBUM'S DURATION AND THE PAID HOOKER RIDING ON TOP OF ME WOULD PROBABLY THINK I HAVE A VAGINA FOR A NUT-SACK. THANK YOU FOR WASTING MY MONEY AND FUCK YOU VERY MUCH, LOVE SEX MACHINE.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

VEIL OF MAYA - [id]

1. "[id]" 0:43
2. "Unbreakable" 3:45
3. "Dark Passenger" 3:33
4. "The Higler" 3:00
5. "Martyrs" 1:14
6. "Resistance" 3:01
7. "Circle" 1:03
8. "Mowgli" 3:03
9. "Namaste" 3:30
10. "Conquer" 2:56
11. "Codex" 3:25


BRIEF REVIEW:

DO YOU REMEMBER BACK IN 2008 WHEN THIS WHOLE ENTIRE DJENT MOVEMENT FIRST CAME OUT? IT WAS A BUNCH OF SHITTY METALCORE BANDS RIPPING OFF AN EVEN SHITTIER METAL GIANT 'MESHUGGAH', CREATING WHAT WAS ULTIMATELY "MESHUGGAHCORE". I'M SORRY BUT UNLESS YOUR DRUMMER IS A OCTOPUS-HUMAN HYBRID, THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY YOU CAN EVER REPLICATE MESHUGGAH'S INHUMAN POLY-RHYTHMIC PATTERNS YOU FUCKING TRY-HARD WANNABE'S. AND THAT IS ANOTHER PROOF FOR EURO-CENTRIC SWEDISH SUPREMACY: THEIR POPULATION IS SO FUCKING SUPERIOR TO THE AVERAGE HUMAN BEINGS THAT THEY'RE EVOLVING INTO GROTESQUE HALF-OCTOPUSES AND HALF MEN. WHICH I CAN'T REALLY SEE THE BENEFIT FOR THIS WORLD TO HAVE IN TERMS OF NATURAL SELECTION, BUT I CAN DEFINITELY SEE THE AMAZING BENEFITS SUCH TENTACLES WOULD HAVE IN FONDLING MY ABNORMALLY HUGE NUTSACK AND PROBING MY JUNGLE-LIKE ANUS HOLE EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. DEAR DRUMMER OF MESHUGGAH: QUIT YOUR LAUGHABLE NON-CAREER DRUMMING FOR A FAGGOT METAL BAND AND COME PROBE MY RECTUM ON A NIGHTLY BASIS FOR EQUAL, IF NOT BETTER PAY!!!

BUT SERIOUSLY LISTEN TO ME, THIS DJENTCORE CRAP IS THE WORST SHIT EVER YOU STUPID FUCKIN FAGGOTS. FIRST AND FOREMOST, WHAT THE FUCK IS "DJENT"? HOW DO YOU EVEN PRONOUNCE THAT FUCKING WORD? IT SOUNDS LIKE A DOWN SYNDROME KID TRYING TO MIMIC HELEN KELLER DURING HER FIRST FUCKING WORDS EVER WHILE GETTING FUCKED UP THE ASS BY A DYING NIGGER BEING HUNG IN HER BACKYARD. WHY MUST YOU RAPE THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE WORSE THAN NIGGERS HAVE RAPED IT WITH RAP MUSIC? UNACCEPTABLE. SECOND OF ALL, I DON'T CARE IF YOUR GUITARIST PLAYS ON A GUITAR WITH MORE STRINGS THAN HE'S GOT FINGERS AND TOES BECAUSE I CAN'T HEAR A SINGLE STATIC NOTE EVER WHEN HE ROLLS HIS FUCKING WHOLE BODY ACROSS THE FRET BOARD WHILE EXPLORING EVERY MAJOR AND MINOR OF A PENTATONIC SCALE. I MEAN IT'S GREAT THAT YOU KNOW YOUR NOTES FAGGOT BUT IF I WANTED TO HEAR YNGWIE MALMSTEEN THEN I'D SIMPLY JUST KILL MYSELF ALREADY YOU STUPID DOUCHEBAGS. THIRDLY, I FUCKING HATE THE KEYBOARD AND DJ CRAP AS WELL THAT MAKES THE WHOLE SHIT SOUND LIKE A MECHANIC RAVE SET THAT WENT HORRIBLY HORRIBLY WRONG. LIKE WHAT IS THIS... THE CRADLE FILTH VS. SLIPKNOT OF 2012? IF YOU WANT TO DO ELECTRONICS THEN FUCKING DO ELECTRONICS. STOP PALM MUTING THOSE GUITARS IN THE MIDST OF ALL THAT MESSY ELECTRONIC AMBIENCE AND MAKE IT SOUND LIKE ALL YOUR GEARS ARE MALFUNCTIONING AND BREAKING DOWN YOU GODDAMN IDIOTS. IF YOU DISLIKE YOUR INSTRUMENTS THAT MUCH AND WANT TO MAKE IT BREAK DOWN THEN I'LL DO YOU A FAVOUR AND ROB YOU FAGGOTS THE NEXT TIME YOU'RE PLAYING IN MY GODDAMN HOOD AND PUT YOUR SAD MUSICAL CAREER OUT OF ITS MISERY, YOU FUCKING STUPID BUTCHEY DYKES. FUCK YOU AND YOUR STUPID MUSIC.

WHAT GOT WORSE AFTER THIS MUSIC CAME OUT IS THAT NOW WE HAVE A RETARDED SPLIT OF KIDS FROM TWO MUSIC COMMUNITIES WHO CONSTANTLY WAIL OUT ON EACH OTHER AT THESE STUPID FUCKING DJENTCORE SHOWS WITH ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA OF THE HARDCORE CULTURE. NEXT FUCKING FAT ASS LONG-HAIRED FAGGOT I SEE BOUNCING UP AND DOWN DURING SOME "BOUNCE BREAKDOWN" GETS STABBED RIGHT IN THE EYES BY MY UNHYGIENIC TEN FOOT LONG TOE NAIL YOU FUCKING APPALLING APES. 

I FUCKING LOATHE METALHEADS, OR SIMPLY JUST ANY KID AT METAL SHOWS IN GENERAL. I'M DRIVING A FUCKING STEAMROLLER TO THE NEXT SHOW AND FLATTENING OUT ANY FAGGOT WHO PUSH MOSHES INTO MY VEHICLE YOU PRE DEVELOPED TEENY FUCKING  BOUNCING FAGGOTS.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

SINCE THE FLOOD - VALOR AND VENGEANCE



BRIEF REVIEW:

OH LOOK IT'S ANOTHER FSU AFFILIATED BAND FROM THE EAST COAST OF THIS SHIT DUMPSTER-OF-A-NATION. A BUNCH OF STUPID TOUGH GUY MEATHEADS WHO CLAIM CREW STATUSES WHILE THUGGIN' OUT IN THEIR HICKY ASS SUBURBS. HOLY FUCKING WHITE TRASH HORROR. THE PRIVATIZED HEALTHCARE WAITING ROOMS MUST BE PACKED WITH INBREDS WAITING AFTER THEIR WIFE/SISTER'S WATER WHICH BROKE THE NIGHT BEFORE WHEN THEY WERE PLAYING DARTS AT THE BAR AND CHUCKING IT STRAIGHT AT THE WOMEN'S FAT FUCKING TUMMIES.

IT'S ABSOLUTELY FUCKING AMAZING THAT EVERY SINGLE BAND NATE JOHNSON HAS BEEN IN COMPLETELY COLLAPSED TO ABSOLUTE SHIT?!  IT'S A WONDER WHY NOBODY CAN TOLERATE THE GUY... MUST BE HIS UNBEARABLE VOCAL CHORDS AND LACK OF HYGIENE I ASSUME, THAT FUCKING HICKY ASS REDNECK WHITE TRASH. FROM DEADWATER DROWNING TO THROUGH THE EYES OF THE DEAD TO THIS FUCKING BAND BEFORE GOING INTO BUCKHUNTER, TURMOIL AND FIT FOR AN AUTOPSY. HOW MANY FUCKING BANDS ARE YOU GOING TO PUT ON YOUR GODDAMN RESUME BEFORE GETTING EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM TO DISBAND? THIS GUY MUST BE EXERCISING SOME POWERFUL VOCAL CHORDS IN ORDER TO LAND THAT MANY OPPORTUNITIES. AND OF COURSE BY EXERCISING HIS VOCAL CHORDS I MEAN NONE OTHER THAN SUCKING THE DICKS OF EVERY BAND MEMBERS BEFORE GETTING TIRELESSLY THROWN OUT AND PASSED AROUND. HOLY FUCK. EAST COAST HARDCORE FUCKING SUCKS. GO FUCK YOURSELVES (AND EACH OTHER BEFORE DISBANDING, OF COURSE... GO FUCKING FIGURE).

FIGHT ME AT THE NEXT SHOW YOU FUCKING FAGGOT MIDDLE-AGED DOUCHES.

Friday, May 11, 2012

FULL OF HELL & CODE ORANGE KIDS SPLIT

01 FULL OF HELL FOX WOMB
02 FULL OF HELL DAMP REEDS IN A RIVER
03 CODE ORANGE KIDS IV (MY MIND'S A PRISON)
04 CODE ORANGE KIDS V (MY BODY'S A WELL)


BRIEF REVIEW:

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN MODERN CRUST-TRASH BRIGE-NINE & DEATHWISH-INC ENDORSED BANDS LACK CREATIVITY AND PRODUCTIVITY? IN TODAY'S WORLD, THEY GET POPULAR! HOW? IT'S EASY... FOLLOW THIS STEP TO STEP MANUAL IN GETTING YOUR BAND HEARD SUCCESSFUL:

  • THROW FOUR MOST CUSTIEST LOOKING ASSHOLES TOGETHER IN A SUBURBAN BASEMENT AND MAKE SURE NONE OF THEM ARE (1) WILLING TO ADMIT THEY WERE SCENE KIDS FIVE YEARS AGO WHO USED TO LISTEN TO AN ABUNDANCE OF POST-HARDCORE, METALCORE AND DEATHCORE AND (2) ABLE TO PLAY THEIR INSTRUMENTS (AS LONG AS THE DRUMMER IS SEMI-DECENT EVERYTHING SHALL BE FINE).
  • NAME YOUR BAND SOMETHING REALLY FUCKING STUPID AND IRRELEVANT. COMPOSE THREE TWO-MINUTE SONGS, NAME THOSE SOMETHING THAT WOULD ONLY COME OUT OF A THIRD GRADER'S IMAGINATION.
  • RECORD YOUR TRACKS WITH YOUR DIGITAL CAMERA OR CELLPHONE TO PRODUCE SOMETHING OF AWFUL QUALITY. CREATE A BANDCAMP PAGE, AND GIVE YOUR MUSIC SOME REDUNDANT GENRE (POST BLACKENED JOCKY-POWERVIOLENCE DOOMY CRUSTCORE).
  • STAND FOR A COMBINATION OF ETHICS AND VALUES THAT ARE COMPLETELY ABSURD AND RIDICULOUS ("VEGAN PRO-MUSLIM ANTI-CHAUVINIST  FEMINIST-ENDORSED BUT PRO-LIFE EDGE GRIND").
  • RELEASE YOUR EP AS A SPLIT WITH ANOTHER BAND THAT'S JUST AS FUCKING SHITTY AS YOURS. CHOOSE AN UNCONVENTIONAL MULTIMEDIA FORMAT (CASSETTE, THREE-INCH VINYL, VCR, OR MOVIE ROLLS) THAT NOBODY CAN EVER FUCKING PLAY IN ANY TYPICAL HOUSEHOLDS. HAND DRAWN ALL YOUR SHITTY ALBUM COVERS AND EMPHASIZE THAT IT'S BECAUSE YOU SUPPORT THE DIY ETHICS. MAKE SURE YOU BRAND IT AS SOMETHING OF A RARE COLLECTIBLE, AND RELEASE ONLY TWENTY OF THEM SO YOUR FANS CAN PURCHASE AT AN OVERPRICED RATE, ONLY TO SELL IT ON EBAY FOR THREE TIMES THE PRICE.
  • ARRANGE A TOUR ALL OVER YOUR STATE AND CARRY A CREW OF IDIOTS THAT WILL ROUGH HOUSE THE BARS EVERY SINGLE NIGHT, CAUSING HARM TO THE TEN PATRONS THAT ARE STUPID OR DEAF ENOUGH TO WATCH YOUR BAND. AND MAKE SURE YOUR FANS MOSH LIKE EITHER COMPLETE IDIOTS WITH NO KINESTHETIC IDEA OF WHAT THEY'RE DOING, OR COMPLETE TOUGH GUY ASSHOLES. HALF HALF IS A GREAT MIX AT THESE SHOWS.
  • SUCK SO BAD THAT NO VENUES OR PROMOTERS WANNA BOOK YOU. THEN PLAY OTHER PEOPLE'S BASEMENTS FOR SHOWS. MAKE NO MONEY WHATSOEVER.
  • HAVE AN INFINITE AMOUNT OF BUTT SEX WITH EACH OTHER WITH THE HELP OF DRUM STICKS AND GUITAR STRAPS.
I AM FUCKING SICK OF THESE TRENDY HIPSTER BLACKED DEATH POWERVIOLENCE CRUST BANDS THAT CARRIES THE EIGHTIES' YOUTH CREW HARDCORE MENTALITY. YOU'RE NOT HARDCORE. YOU'RE NOT PUNK. YOU'RE NOT METAL. I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE, BUT IT SURE AS FUCK ISN'T ORIGINAL. THE ONLY THING I CAN CLASSIFY YOU FAGGOTS UNDER, IS NONE OTHER THAN JUST GAY.

FUCK OFF FAGGOTS.

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.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

CONTRA - THIS MACHINE KILLS


1 This Machine Kills
2 Learning to Count
3 Heart
4 Prodigous Sonance
5 Nothing to Me
6 Presence

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BRIEF REVIEW:

STUPID ALBUM TITLE NAME. METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING, IF THIS "MACHINE" IS REALLY "KILLING" PEOPLE, IT WOULD BE COMPARATIVE TO THE STATE KILLING THE WHITE POPULATION BY THE WAY IT'S BEING RAN. IN FACT, THE INEVITABLE DECLINE OF THE WHITE RACE IS SUMMARIZED RIGHT HERE:

YOU GREW UP SPOILED IN THE SUBURBS, AND YOUR LIFE HAS BEEN SO PRIVILEGED AND SECURE THAT YOU FEEL NOT A SINGLE NEED TO BREED AND POPULATE THE EARTH. NOW INFERIOR BREEDS OF NIGGERS, PAKIES AND CHINKS ARE OVERPOPULATING THE EARTH AND DROWNING/STAMPING YOUR POPULATION OUT. THE FUNCTIONAL WHITE FAMILY PROCREATES AN AVERAGE OF 1.5 BABIES WHILE EVERY OTHER CULTURE HAS LIKE FOUR TO FIVE SAVAGES. WHITE BOYS ARE BEING SHOT EVERYWHERE YOU GO JUST AS MUCH AS WHITE GIRLS ARE GETTING RAPED AND MURDERED. EVEN IF YOUR STUPID AIDS-INFECTED DAUGHTER ISN'T BEING RAPED, SHE'S PROBABLY SLEEPING WITH THE NEXT NEGROID AT THE HOUSING COMPLEX RIGHT NEXT TO YOUR WONDERFUL NEIGHBOURHOOD BECAUSE CONTEMPORARY MEDIA HAS TAUGHT ALL INNOCENT WHITE GIRLS TO BE SOME  NASTY TRENDY-ASS RACE MIXERS. THIS MEANS ALL YOUR PURE-BLOOD WHITE KIDS' NEXT GENERATION OF BABIES ARE GONNA BE COMPLETELY MIXED TO MUDDY SHIT. AND INSTEAD OF FUCKING DOING SOMETHING ABOUT IT, YOUR BLIND ASS LIBERAL LEADERS ARE SITTING AROUND WHISTLING TUNES ABOUT ACCEPTING THE MUSLIM ATROCITY THAT IS DESTROYING EUROPE ALREADY, AS WELL AS SUPPORTING SOME RETARDED MULTICULTURAL INTEGRATION AGENDA THAT OBVIOUSLY FAILS TO WORK. IT'S THE YEAR 2012 AND SCHOOL'S STILL PREACHING SOME ANTI-WHITE HISTORY BULLSHIT ALL DAY, EVERYDAY, ALL YEAR. THE BORDERS ARE MORE OPENED UP THAN EVER TO ALLOW APPALLING IMMIGRANTS WHO DON'T SPEAK A SINGLE LETTER IN THE ALPHABET INTO OUR RETARDED COUNTRIES AND EATS OUR SOCIAL TAXES IN THE NAME OF WELFARE. MEANWHILE MEXICAN GANGS, CRIMINALS AND KILLERS ARE STILL LOCKED UP IN OUR INSTITUTIONS UNDER THE TAXPAYER'S CARE. AND ULTIMATELY THE PEOPLE WITH THE POTENTIAL TO MAKE A CHANGE ARE EITHER TOO OBLIVIOUS, PUSSY OR LAZY TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. OTHER RACES ARE TRAMPLING OVER THE WHITES AND BITING THE HANDS THAT FEED, AND MOST OF YOU COWARDS ARE TOO POWERLESS TO SAY A THING. YOU ARE FORCED TO ACCEPT THIS CRUEL REALITY BECAUSE YOU ARE WHITE, AND THERE IS A STIGMA TO BEING WHITE, AS MOST OF YOU FUCKERS ARE AFRAID OF THE HISTORICAL INJUSTICES MENTIONED AS A PART OF THEIR EFFECTIVE REBUTTAL TO ANY CONVERSATION THUS ULTIMATELY DEEMING YOU AS IGNORANT AND BIGOTED.

THEREFORE I GIVE YOU FAGGOTS ANOTHER HUNDRED YEARS TILL YOUR RACE'S TOTAL EXTINCTION. HAHAHAHAHA ENJOY YOUR FAIL FAGGOTS.

DICK MASTERSON - "MEN ARE BETTER THAN WOMAN"


"MEN ARE BETTER THAN WOMAN" BY DICK MASTERSON


BRIEF REVIEW:

THIS GUY IS SERIOUSLY MY HERO. IN FACT I'M SURE HE'S QUITE THE VOICE, REPRESENTATION AND SAVIOUR OF ALL SAD MID-AGED FORTY-SOMETHING SEXUALLY DEPRIVED VIRGINS EVERYWHERE WORLDWIDE. NEEDLESS TO SAY THAT I AM OBVIOUSLY ONE OF THEM. I WORSHIP THIS GUY AS IF HE WALKS ON WATER THE SAME WAY YOUR MOTHER FLOATED ON CUM PRIOR TO YOUR CONCEPTION.  HE IS IN FACT MY JESUS CHRIST AND MAY ORDER ANY CATHOLIC PRIEST TO MOLEST ME UP MY SMELLY FUCKING BUM-BUM IF DESIRED. YOU SEE, CHAUVINISM WAS A GREAT SPORT FOR ME TO PLAY IN HIGH SCHOOL AFTER GETTING REJECTED BY EVERY FATTEST FUCKING BITCH THAT GOT STUCK BETWEEN THE TWO WALLS IN HALLWAYS. TO RETALIATE, I WENT HOME ON A DAILY BASIS AND BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF MY OWN MOTHER TO RELEASE STEAM. JUST AS SHE WOULD CALL THE COPS ON ME, I STARTED FAKING CRIES IN FRONT OF THE OFFICERS AND WENT ON ABOUT BEING MOLESTED BY MY MOTHER'S COLLECTION OF NIGGER-COLOURED DILDO'S AND STRAP-ON'S, JUST SO SHE COULD BE ARRESTED AND THROWN-IN INSTEAD. SEE HOW AWESOME SHIT IS? THE ONLY THING FUCKING STUPIDER THAN A WOMAN IS OUR PATHETIC FUCKING LEGAL SYSTEM.

I WILL NOW PROCEED TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND ALLOW YOU TO ENJOY IT YOU FUCKING DUMBASS PIECE OF SHIT. PERHAPS THIS BOOK WILL TURN YOU INTO A MAN ONCE AND FOR ALL. GOOD THING THIS BOOK DOESN'T TURN YOU INTO A WOMAN, BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY WE ALL KNOW THAT NO WOMEN ARE LITERATE SO NONE OF THEM CAN UNDERSTAND ANYTHING THAT'S NOT DRAWN OR SKETCHED OUT ON MY THICK TUBEY PENIS WHIPPED IN FRONT OF THEIR WHORE-FACES.

MAKE ME A SANDWICH BEFORE I FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU STUPID WORTHLESS KITCHEN-SLAVING FEMMES.  COME SUCK MY SLIMY ASS CROOKED DICK WHILE I'M WATCHING THIS GAME, AND REDEEM YOUR OTHERWISE LOST PURPOSE IN THIS WORLD.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

AGITATOR - ENTER VICE LORDS

1. Embrace Hate
2. Know What I Know
3. Natural Selection
4. Diseased
5. Sheltered



BRIEF REVIEW:

LOOK AT THIS STUPID PRETENTIOUS HARDCORE BANDS WITH CHEAP-ASS ALBUM COVER ART THAT LOOKS LIKE SOMETHING I WOULD GET ON MY ARM IF I WAS TO GET RIPPED OFF AT A CHEAP-ASS TATTOO PARLOR IN CHINATOWN DURING A CHARITY EVENT TO SAVE THE JAPANESE GOOKS FROM ANOTHER HILARIOUS TSUNAMI. AREN'T THESE FAGGOT STRAIGHT-EDGE OR SOMETHING TOO? WOW, TRIPLE THE FAGGOTRY, FUCK YOU VERY MUCH. SO YOU FAGGOTS REFUSE TO DO DRUGS BUT YET INSIST ON USING AN IMAGE OF DRUGGED UP  GEISHA WHO LOOKS LIKE SHE'S BEEN SMOKING OPIATES OFF THE TRIAD'S THREE INCH DICKS TO SELL YOUR SHITTY MUSIC. I HATE YOUR FUCKING BAND AND THAT SIDE TO SIDE BULLSHIT AT YOUR SHOWS. I'M GONNA STICK MY LEGS OUT THE NEXT TIME YOUR FAGGOT FANS PULL THAT DUMBASS SHIT AND WATCH THEM TRIP OVER EACH OTHER LIKE FUCKING A GAME OF DOMINO: FAGGOT EDITION.

ALL THESE NEW-AGE HARDCORE BANDS THAT TRY TO IRONICALLY RELIVE THE OLD HARDCORE BANDS TERRIBLY SUCK. AND I WOULD HONESTLY WRITE MORE WITH THESE RETARDED UPDATES BUT UNFORTUNATELY WITH THE LONG-TERM EFFECTS OF THE METHAMPHETAMINE I'VE BEEN SMOKING OFF ALUMINUM CANS, I SERIOUSLY DON'T EVEN HAVE THE ATTENTION SPAN TO DO SO ANYMORE.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

XIBALBA - SELF-TITLED


01 Bright Sun 
02 Madre Mia 
03 Never Kneel 
04 Fallen 
05 Time's Up 
06 We Deserve To Die 
07 Red 
08 Obituary 
09 Cold 
10 Cursed 
11 Spanish Harlem 
12 Salvation


BRIEF REVIEW:

OBVIOUSLY THIS IS ANOTHER RECORD FULL OF FAT DUDES. IT MAKES YOU WONDER WHY THERE ARE SO MANY FAT MEN IN THE HARDCORE SCENE. I'LL GIVE YOU MY EXPERTISE ON THIS SUBJECT AFTER YEARS OF EXPERIENCE.

YOU SEE, IT'S THE ONLY SCENE WHERE THEY CAN BELONG AND BE RESPECTED, OBVIOUSLY. WHEN YOU SEE A FAT GUY DATING BACK TO AS FAR AS PRE-SCHOOL, YOU POINT HIM OUT AND LAUGH AT HIM. WHEN FAT MEN TRY WITH LADIES, THEY GET NO SUCCESS. WHEN YOU SEE FAT DUDES AT INDIE SHOWS OR RAVES, THEY'RE JUST ANOTHER UNAPPEALING FAT PERSON.

BUT WHEN A FAT DUDE COMES TO A HARDCORE SHOW, EVERYBODY BETTER BACK THE FUCK OFF BECAUSE SHIT'S GONNA GO DOWN. SO GIVE HIM SPACE, DON'T LOOK AT HIM THE WRONG WAY, AND ALWAYS KEEP DISTANCE AND YOUR FACE COVERED WHEN HE MOSHES. KINDLY ACKNOWLEDGE HIM IN BETWEEN SETS TO MAKE SURE THERE'S NO BAD BLOOD, AND NEVER GIVE HIM LIPS. IT'S WHERE THEY GAIN THEIR SOCIAL STANDING AND BELONG. IT'S LIKE THIS SCENE'S PRETTY MUCH MADE FOR FAT DUDES.

SO DON'T FUCKING LOOK AT THEM THE WRONG WAY OR THEY'LL PANCAKE THE SHIT OUT OF YOU. EVEN WHEN THEIR MOVES ARE SLOPPY AS FUCK AND THEY CAN BARELY KEEP THEIR BALANCE WHEN THEY SWING. JUST DUCK AND DODGE THE HITS, MANG.

ESPECIALLY MEXICAN FAT DUDES FROM SOUTHERN BORDER OF CALIFORNIA.

Symphony In Peril - Lost Memoirs & Faded Pictures


1. Shadow Over a Bleeding Heart 3:41
2. Letting Go Would Be an End 4:03
3. The Quotidian Succession 3:47
4. Sifting Through These Ashes 5:03
5. Beauty Forgotten 1:13
6. Lament 3:06
7. Unsteady Docks Along the Ohio 3:12
8. Portrait 3:23
9. Three Months 1:20
10. Can One Possess Autumn? 5:22
11. Bonus Track 12:18



DUDE WENT TO A BUSINESS MEETING WITH A POTENTIAL INVESTOR TODAY AND GOT HIT WITH SOME MAD STOMACH PAINS. HE WENT ABOUT THE SITUATION CORRECTLY AND RELEASED INTO THE TOILET, BUT THERE WAS SOMETHING STRANGE ABOUT THE TOILET THERE, IT WAS HIGHER OFF THE GROUND THAN NORMAL, LEAVING HIS FEET DANGLING. HE SAT UPON THE TOILET CONCENTRATING ON PUSHING OUT THE GOOEY LOG, BUT COULDN'T QUITE TOUCH THE GROUND TO GIVE HIMSELF THE LAST OOMPH HE NEEDED IN HIS TWIST TO GET THE LAST PIECE OFF. WIPING PROVED TO BE A CHALLENGE TO, MAKING HIM LEAN AT AN UNCOMFORTABLE ANGLE, LEAVING HIM PRONE AND DEFENSELESS TO ACCIDENTAL SLIPPAGE AND LOSING PRECIOUS MATERIAL POSSESSIONS INTO THE STOOL COVERED ABYSS. HE STOOD UP, GLARED INTO THE TOILET TO TAKE PRIDE IN HIS WORK, AND WIPED HIMSELF WHILE STANDING UP, WHICH, AS SOME OF YOU KNOW, IS NOT THE OPTIMAL STANCE FOR WIPING. UNFORTUNATELY, HE MISSED A LARGE PORTION, AND CARRIED ON WITH HIS DAY. HE ATTENDED THE MEETING SMEARING POOP ALL OVER THE INSIDE OF HIS BOXERS, MAKING IT NEAR UNBEARABLE FOR THE MEETING TO CONTINUE WITHOUT SINGLING OUT WHO THE PERPETUATOR IS AND ASKING HIM TO LEAVE. HIS REPUTATION WITH THE COMPANY, LIKE HIS UNDERWEAR, IS NOW DEEPLY SOILED.

...AND LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HENCE WHY WEBMASTER HAS BEEN UNEMPLOYED FOR DECADES ON END.

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

SKYCAMEFALLING - 10.21

1 Intro 01:21 
2 With Paper Wings 04:54
3 Laura Palmer 04:48 
4 The Nothing 05:38 
5 Instrumental 02:04 
6 Porcelain Heart Promises 03:59
7 Healing Yesteryear 04:15 
8 Shallow Like Sand 05:47 
9 The Truth Machine 05:18 
11 November's Neverending 06:05 
12 An Ocean Apart 10:21


BRIEF REVIEW:

YOU LIKE THIS ALBUM? THAT'S GREAT YOU CLOSET EMO FAGGOT, ME TOO. I GUESS WE CAN BE FAGGOTS TOGETHER. WE CAN LISTEN TO THIS ALBUM TOGETHER WHILE CRYING A STORM AND SEWING EACH OTHER OVERSIZED FLIMSY-LOOKING EMO SWEATERS AND CUDDLE EACH OTHER'S FAGGOT ASSES TO SLEEP. AND WHEN YOU DO FALL ASLEEP I CAN PULL OUT MY TEN METER SKIN FLUTE AND BLOW SOUR NOTES ALL OVER YOUR FUCKING UGLY FACE YOU STUPID EMO FAGGOT. OKAY. BUT IMAGINE IF SKY ACTUALLY CAME FALLING ONE DAY THOUGH. THEN THE MAYAN CIVILIZATION WOULD POINT AT US AND LAUGH FOR MAKING SUCH A MOCKERY OF THEIR PRIMITIVE BERRY-PICKING FAGGOT WAYS FOR SO FUCKING LONG NOW. I HATE THE MAYAN CIVILIZATION OR ANY OTHER CENTRAL AMERICAN NATIVE CIVILIZATIONS FOR THAT MATTER. WHAT DO THEY DO FOR A GODDAMN LIVING ASIDE FROM RUBBING TWO STICKS TO SPARK FIRE IN A CAVE AND POOPING FUCKING HOLES?? WHAT A STINKIN' SHIT WAY TO LIVE AND ABSOLUTELY NO PUN INTENDED YOU FUCKING FAGGOTS.

REMEMBER BACK IN 2001 WHEN IT WAS COMPLETELY ACCEPTABLE TO COMPOSE A HARDCORE/METALCORE ALBUM ENTIRELY BASED ON HEARTBREAKS AND WIMPY RELATIONSHIPS POSSIBLY BASED ON LOVE BETWEEN TWO MEN, AND STILL NOT BE LABELLED AS FAGGOTS WHICH WE ALL INHERENTLY WERE? ME TOO. BUT NOWADAYS THIS IS NO LONGER ACCEPTABLE. INSTEAD, HATE, DESPAIR, ABOMINATION, AND OTHER MISERABY BLASPHEMOUS AND ANTI-CHRIST THEMES SHALL REIGN SUPREME PRIOR TO BECOMING ACCEPTED IN THE COMMUNITY FULL OF HEAVILY TATTOOED FAT FUCKS WITH BEARDS. GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME AT SHOWS YOU NASTY ASS CHILD MOLESTERS. IF I HAD A DOLLAR FOR EVERY TIME SOME MORBIDLY OBESE HATE MOSHING ASSHOLE STAGE-DOVE ON MY FUGLY HEAD, I WOULD HAVE ALREADY FILED FOR RETIREMENT AND MOVED TO WEST PALM BEACH IN FLORIDA WHILE DRINKING WATERFALL CHAMPAGNE STRAIGHT OUT OF SOME HOLLYWOOD BITCH'S PUSSY , YOU DUMBASS NO-LIFERS. BUT I WOULD NEVER GET THAT MUCH MONEY, FOR THE SAME REASONS WHY NOTHING IN THIS INDUSTRY IS EVEN REMOTELY PROFITABLE ANYMORE. THIS FUCKING MUSIC IS DEAD AND ALL YOU TEENAGE TOUGH GUY FAGGOTS WHO PROUDLY EMBRACED YOUR CREW, BROTHERHOOD, TATTOOS AND THE MOTTO OF "LIVE YOUR LIFE HOW YOU WANT TO" ARE NOW BEING EXPLOITED IN A QUASI-LEGAL CONSTRUCTION FIRM WHILE OVERWORKED AND UNDERPAID. HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAA. THE AWESOME LEGACY OF HARDCORE KIDS.

ONE OF THESE DAYS I MAY CONSIDER GOING TO ATTEND A HARDCORE SHOW WITH AN EXPLOSIVE TRIGGERED BY A BUTTON STRAPPED ONTO MY FUCKING CHEST. SO THE FIRST DICKWAD TO HATE MOSH INTO MY SCRAWNY CHEST DELIBERATELY WILL SET THE WHOLE COMMUNITY VENUE INTO EXPLOSION. AS THE DEBRIS OF THE BUILDING MELTS INTO THE FIRE, YOU FAGGOTS CAN WATCH THE SKY COME FALLING FROM THE ABOVE DURING THE LAST FIVE SECONDS OF YOUR MISERABLE LIVES. PERHAPS THE MOMENT YOUR LIFE FLASHES THROUGH YOUR EYES WOULD BE WHEN YOU'D BE REMINDED THAT LESS THAN A DECADE AGO, YOU USED TO ACTUALLY BE A SCRAWNY LITTLE WEAK-ASS PUSSY WHO LISTENED TO METALCORE AS OPPOSED TO THIS PRETENTIOUS BUFF-FACED TOUGH GUY FAGGOT YOU THINK YOU ARE NOW.

Monday, April 30, 2012

DEADWALK - SCANDULOUS

01. Prom Night 
02. Conqueror 
03. High Tension 
04. Frailty 
05. Death Sentence 
06. 8 mm 
07. Jailbait 
08. It's All Gone to Hell 
09. Final Destination 
10. Kiss the Girls


BRIEF REVIEW:


BOYS AND GIRLS, LIFE IS ABOUT MAKING ACCOMPLISHMENTS AND BEING SUCCESSFUL. BUT JUST REMEMBER THAT NO MATTER HOW WELL YOU DO IN SCHOOL, HOW ATTRACTIVE THE GIRLS YOU ARE ABLE WHEEL, AND HOW HIGH PAYING YOUR JOB IS, THERE ARE SOME PEOPLE THAT WILL STILL REMAIN UTTERLY UNIMPRESSED WITH THE HUGE FAGGOT YOU ARE REGARDLESS. SO NO MATTER HOW WELL YOU PRETENTIOUSLY THINK YOU ARE DOING IN LIFE, ALWAYS KEEP IN THE BACK OF YOUR FAGGOT MIND THAT ...




DEADWALK FUCKING HATES YOU




DAMN RIGHT MOTHERFUCKERS, YOU BET YOUR MOTHERFUCKING WORTHLESS CUNT'S LIFE THAT THEY DO.

PLAY THIS SHIT BEFORE YOUR PROM'S NIGHT AS YOU ARE DRIVING TO PICK UP YOUR FAGGOT MAN-DATE AND COMMIT A WHOLE SCHOOL MASSACRE FOR ALL THE YEARS YOU'VE BEEN PICKED ON AND MOCKED FOR BEING A HOMOSEXUAL YOU FUCKING GAYLORDS.

AND EVEN THOUGH NOBODY SHOULD TAKE A BUNCH OF FRENCH-ASS PUSSIES FROM QUEBEC SERIOUSLY, ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT AT LEAST THEIR LEAD VOCALIST IS ONCE FROM THE STATES AND THEREFORE SOMEWHAT MAKES UP FOR THE LACK OF MANLIHOOD IN THIS OTHERWISE GAY FUCKING BAND.

GO MOSH YOUR FUCKING DISPROPORTIONATELY SMALL DICK OFF

Thursday, April 26, 2012

EVERGREEN TERRACE VS. xONE FIFTHx SPLIT


1. Evergreen Terrace - Blue Eyes, Black Heart 
2. Evergreen Terrace - Burned Alive By Time 
3. Evergreen Terrace - Cut Down to Oblivion 
4. Evergreen Terrace - Bitter Ending 
5. xONEFIFTHx - Hey Tallahassee...
6. xONEFIFTHx - Can Adam See Your Boobies? 
7. xONEFIFTHx - Four Door Killer 
8. xONEFIFTHx - Put Another Quarter in the Jukebox 
9. xONEFIFTHx - The Shit Hit the Fan


BRIEF REVIEW:

FLORIDA HARDCORE BACK IN 2001 WAS NEVER ANYTHING MORE THAN A BUNCH OF SCENE KIDS TRYING TO MASTER THE HANDLE OF MYSPACE AND DISCOVERING MUSIC ON MP3.COM BEFORE HXCMP3.COM TOOK OVER TWO YEARS AFTERWARDS. IT WAS ALL FUCKING SHITTY. NOT THAT I'VE EVER BEEN A PART OF IT BUT I CAN SAFELY TESTIFY THAT THINGS WERE GOING FINE BEFORE SOME DUDES IN XONEFIFTHX ENDED UP IN JAIL FOR ROBBING GAS STATIONS. I LOVE THE STRAIGHT EDGE MENTALITY. NO DRUGS, NO ALCOHOL, BUT LOTS OF VIOLENCE, PROMISCUITY AND CAFFEINE-RICH CARBON PRODUCTS, AS WELL AS ROBBING GAS STATIONS, THAT'S DEFINITELY OKAY! THAT MAKES A WHOLE LOT OF SENSE YOU STUPID FUCKING IDIOTS. NOW THEY'LL BE EVEN MORE EDGE GETTING PROMISCUOUS IN THE PRISON SHOWER ROOMS WITH BIG WEED-SELLING NIGGERS WHO THEY CALL DADDY WHILE HAVING THEIR BUTTOCKS RIPPED IN HALF WHILE POURING BLOOD. A LIFE OF PURITY INDEED, YOU FUCKING NUTS! WHOO HOO. 

I REMEMBER BACK THEN IT WAS ACTUALLY REMOTELY ACCEPTABLE TO WRITE GAY EMOTIONALLY MUSHY RELATIONSHIP LYRICS TO METALCORE WHILE ACTING TOUGH. HAHAHAHAHA WHAT A FUCKING JOKE. COINCIDENTALLY, THAT WAS BACK THEN WHEN BAND MEMBERS WERE STILL SIXTEEN AND HAD NOT A SINGLE FUCKING IDEA ABOUT HOW THE FEMALE ANATOMY WORKED (PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY). SO IT'S A WONDER WHY NONE OF THOSE METAPHORICAL AND ALLEGORICAL LYRICS NEVER MADE ANY SENSE. IT WAS LIKE I WAS READING THE MAYAN LITERATURE ABOUT EXTRA-TERRESTRIAL BASTARDS. NONE OF THIS LOVE AND COMPASSION SHIT MAKES SENSE TO ANYONE, ESPECIALLY TO THE WORLD'S BIGGEST AND OLDEST FUCKING VIRGIN, MYSELF!

SPEAKING OF LOSING VIRGINITY I THINK I'M GOING TO SHOPLIFT FROM A CHOCOLATE BAR FROM THE CHINKY-ASS KOREAN CORNER STORE AND INSIST TO GET MYSELF LOCKED UP, BECAUSE I KNOW HOW MUCH WOMEN LOVE CRIMINALS AND CONVICTS. NEW AND USELESS STUDIES CAME OUT AND SUGGESTED THAT WOMEN DON'T LOGICALLY COME CORRECT IN THE BRAIN AND WOULD LOVE A PSYCHOPATHIC BOYFRIEND WHO ENGAGES IN ACTIVITIES LIKE SERIAL KILLING AND OTHER RISK-TAKING BEHAVIOUR IN ORDER TO FEEL SECURE ... HOWEVER THE FUCK THAT PARADOX WORKS OUT. I PROPOSE EVERYONE GOING OUT AND RAPING AT LEAST TWO WOMAN A DAY AND KILLING AT LEAST ONE A WEEK IN ORDER TO SATISFY THEIR INTERNALLY SUBCONSCIOUS NEEDS AND WANTS. I DO THIS ALL THE TIME AND IT'S AMAZING, THAT IS UNTIL THEY CAPTURE MY FAT ASS AND LOCK ME IN THE SAME INSTITUTION WHERE I CELL-MOSH WITH THE MEMBERS IN XONEFIFTHX. 

DEAD FEMALE CARCASSES TURN ME ON LIKE NO OTHER USELESS PIECES OF MEAT

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

HARM'S WAY - ISOLATION

1. Scrambled
2. Timing
3. Isolation
4. Breeding Grounds
5. Becoming
6. New Beginnings
7. Slither
8. Pretender

BRIEF REVIEW:

I AM A HUGE FAGGOT PLEASE RAPE MY FACE UNTIL IT'S MOIST WITH YOUR MOST AIDS-POTENT CUM JUICE.

I DO APOLOGIZE TO THE MASS AUDIENCE FOR MY LACK OF UPDATES RECENTLY. LATELY I'VE JUST BEEN GETTING SO FUCKED OFF OF LSD AND STARING AT THIS GIGANTIC PIECE OF SHIT ALBUM COVER AND GETTING POST TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER OFF THIS HORRIFYING SHIT. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT HORRENDOUS PIECE OF ATROCITY? IT LOOKS LIKE SOME FAGGOT SHOVED MY HANDS SO FAR DOWN MY THROAT THAT IT CAME OUT OF MY ASSHOLE WHILE HOLDING A RODENT REMOVED FROM MY STOMACH. SO THAT'S WHAT'S BEEN CAUSING MY TUMMY ACHE FOR THE PAST EIGHT YEARS. I NEVER KNEW EATING AT A WEST CARIBBEAN  NIGGER RESTAURANT CAN BE THAT DETRIMENTAL TO MY HEALTH YOU STUPID FUCKING RETARDS. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU LET PRE-EVOLVED SAVAGES RUN BUSINESS IN A DEVELOPED WESTERN NATION YOU LIBERAL FUCKTARDS. BUT I'D RATHER HAVE THAT THAN TO HAVE YOUR WHOLE ENTIRE TOURING VAN HIJACKED FROM YOU WITH ALL YOUR MUSICAL EQUIPMENT IN YOUR OWN FUCKING CITY YOU DUMBASS MORONS HAHAHAHAHA. ARE YOU FUCKERS THAT GODDAMN STUPID? LOOKS LIKE YOUR MUSIC'S SO BAD EVEN YOUR LOCAL FANS GOT TIRED OF YOU AND BECAME DESPERATE ENOUGH TO PULL AN EXTREMITY LIKE THAT. I BET THE CULPRIT PROBABLY DID THE WORLD A FAVOUR AND DROVE THE VEHICLE OFF A GODDAMN CLIFF AFTERWARDS. BUT HOW THE FUCK DID THAT EVEN HAPPEN  YOU STUPID ASSFACES? DID YOU GUYS PLAY A SHOW WITH THE KEYS IN YOUR EMPTY'S VAN'S IGNITION? IT'S A WONDER WHY IT GOT STOLEN THAT WAY BECAUSE NOBODY EVER STAYS WHEN YOU GUYS PLAY ON STAGE YOU STUPID FAGGOTS. AND SEEING THAT YOU GUYS ALWAYS ATTACH "CHICAGO" AFTER YOUR BAND'S NAME BECAUSE PRESUMABLY YOU GUYS ARE SO FUCKING PROUD OF WHERE YOU GEOGRAPHICALLY REPRESENT, YOU MIGHT AS WELL CHANGE YOUR NAME NOW TO HARM'S WAY CHICAGO (WHERE WE GOT OUR STUPID VAN STOLEN BY OUR LOCAL FANS BECAUSE WE WERE TOO BUSY BEING MILITANT STRAIGHT EDGE AND ENTOMBEDCORE TO RATIONALIZE WITH REALITY).


I CAN JUST IMAGINE THIS HULKY LOOKING LEAD SINGER OF THIS BAND EXPAND INTO THE INCREDIBLE HULK AND HAVE HIS WHOLE ENTIRE TATTOOED CHEST TURN INTO WEAPONRY GEARS OF MASS DESTRUCTION AND START PROPELLING TORPEDO'S AT THE REST OF THE CITY'S URBAN LANDSCAPE LIKE SOME CHEESY EIGHTIES' JAPANESE GODZILLA FILM GONE TERRIBLY WRONG (BECAUSE IT WAS DONE BY DUMBASS AMERICANS).

SERIOUSLY, CAN SOME ONE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE FUCK THIS NEW TRENDY SCENE GENRE OF "ENTOMBEDCORE" IS? OH MY GOD WHAT A FUCKING HEADACHE. IF I WANTED TO HEAR SOME REALLY SHITTY EARLY NINETIES DEATH METAL I'D PLAY SOME MORBID ANGELS, GROW MY FAGGOT HAIR OUT AND STRANGLE MYSELF TO DEATH WITH IT YOU STUPID POSERS. WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD A MILITANT STRAIGHT EDGE BAND PLAY THIS SORT OF MUSIC TO A HARDCORE CROWD ANYWAYS? BECAUSE AS HARDCORE GETS MORE VIOLENT AND MORE KIDS ARE GETTING KILLED AT SHOWS, BANDS ARE NOW ECLECTICALLY PLAYING MORE CRUSTY FUNERAL DOOM MUSIC IN ORDER TO TRIBUTE THEIR FRIENDS' BURIALS. "MOSH FOR THE DEAD!" LIKE EVERYTHING IN THE HARDCORE SCENE THAT MAKES A GREAT LOAD OF SENSE CONSIDERING THAT'S WHAT WAS KILLING PEOPLE IN THE FIRST PLACE YOU BRAIN DEAD DOLTS. I CAN JUST IMAGINE A BUNCH OF ASSHOLE LOOKING BRIDGE NINE DOUCHE BAGS IN THEIR INDIE-LOOKING SHIRTS OF OBSCURE EIGHTIES YOUTH CREW SHIRTS MOSHING IN A CEMETERY AND STAGE-DIVING OFF TOMBSTONES AND LANDING INTO OTHER DEAD'S CASKETS. WHAT A BUNCH OF FUCKING IDIOT-LOOKING RETARDS. BUT I GUESS THAT'S THE ONLY WAY YOU CAN BE "ENTOMBEDCORE", RIGHT? PROMOTERS MIGHT AS WELL START BOOKING SHOWS IN CEMETERIES AND HAVE THE DECEASED SPIRITS CURSE YOU FOR THE REST OF YOUR SHORT LIFE FOR MOSHING ON THEIR SACRED GROUND AFTERWARDS. ENTOMBEDCORE: MUSIC SO FUCKING BAD, EVEN THE DEAD CANNOT SLEEP.

FUCK THESE ASSHOLES

Saturday, April 14, 2012

HOW IT ENDS - BELOVED


01. 11th and Arch 
02. Words to K 
03. Life and Death 
04. Blue Skies 
05. Walking Wounded 
06. Manic 
07. Medicate 
08. Under My Own Breath 
09. The Available World 
10. Conscript 
11. Afterthought


BRIEF REVIEW:

HEY YOU YOUNG AND JUVENILE DELINQUENT BRATS, ARE YOU ALL LISTENING? SIT DOWN FOR A MOMENT AND GRANDPA WEBMASTER WOULD LOVE TO SPEAK TO YOU... ABOUT MUSIC. ABOUT HOW SHIT USED TO BE. ABOUT BANDS AND RELEASES PRIOR TO 2006 WHICH IS FUCKING AMAZING COMPARED TO THIS SHIT-STAIN OF A SCENE WHICH YOU'RE ALL SWALLOWED INTO TODAY.

ARE YOU AWARE OF THE FACT THAT EVERYTHING ON YOUR FUCKING PLAYLIST SUCKS MORE THAN YOUR MOTHER DOES WHEN YOUR FATHER TAKES YOU OUT FOR MOVIE NIGHTS NOWADAYS? NO? WELL HERE'S A SMACK TO YOUR PREPUBESCENT FACES WITH MY HUMONGOUS WEBMASTER DICK, YOU STUPID FOOLISH NEANDERTHALS. DID YOUR MOMMY BUY YOUR WARPED TOUR TICKETS THIS YEAR? NO DOUBT YOU FUCKING SKANKS. HAVE FUN BEING FORNICATED UP THE ASSHOLE BY SOME OLD SCREAMO BAND MEMBER WITH TATTOOS IN A PUBLIC TOILET ISLE. I HEARD ASKING ALEXANDRIA HAS A KNACK FOR THAT SORT OF SHIT. GET IT? HAHA I JUST SAID SHIT. POOP COMING OUT OF YOUR ANUS WHILE THE SMALL PENIS JACKHAMMERS INTO YOUR RECTAL OPENING. BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT, REALLY.

THE POINT IS ALL YOUR FUCKING CRAP SUCKS NOWADAYS AND I DON'T KNOW WHEN A BAND LIKE THIS WILL EVER COME BACK. YOU SHOULD GET OUT OF THE CONFINEMENT IN YOUR STUPID GATED SUBURBS, YOU PRIVILEGED SCENE KIDS, AND STEP FOOT INTO NEW JERSEY AND CHECK OUT "THIS IS HARDCORE" COMING THIS YEAR. IT'S WHAT JOE HARDCORE WASTES HIS TIME PROMOTING WHEN HE'S NOT TOO BUSY BEING LOCKED IN AND IN JAIL. IT KINDA GIVES ME AN IMPRESSION THAT REAL HARDCORE KIDS ARE ACTUALLY CONVICTS WHO WOULD BOX YOUR BOYFRIENDS OUT AND RAPE YOU IN A SECOND. BUT THEN AGAIN YOU WOULD ENJOY IT SO MUCH BEFORE REALIZING YOU'D BE BETTER OFF CALLING THE COPS. THEN THE PENIS GETS STUCK IN YOUR HAIRLESS VAGINA AND YOU WOULD HAVE TO CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT TO USE THEIR JAW-OF-LIFE TO GET IT OUT BECAUSE YOU'RE ALL A BUNCH OF PRE-DEVELOPED TIGHT ASS PUSSIES. SUBSEQUENT CRIMINAL DISCIPLINE AND LAWSUITS ENSUED. 

I'VE BEEN LISTENING TO THIS HORRIBLE MUSIC SINCE I WAS THIRTEEN YEARS OLD AND BACK THEN, THERE WEREN'T EVEN TYPEWRITERS. NO COMPUTERS, NO INTERNET, NO FILESHARING, NO YOUTUBING, NONE OF THIS STUPID ASS FIRST WORLD SHIT. BEST OF ALL THERE WAS NO SUICIDE SILENCE AND THE ONLY WHITECHAPEL WE REALLY HAD WAS JUST WEIRD-ASS LOOKING ORTHODOX CHURCHES. ALL THAT REALLY WERE AVAILABLE, WAS JUST ME FANTASIZING ABOUT HAVING SEX WITH A REAL WOMAN AS MY PENIS IS PLUGGED INTO A TELEVISION TUBE WHEN THE SEXY NEWSCAST COMES ON CHANNEL THREE EVERYDAY AT SIX PM. THEN I CUM ALL OVER THE TELEVISION SCREEN AS MY SEMEN DRIPS OVER HER FACE WHICH I PROCEED TO THEN LICK IT OFF IN AN ACT OF ABSOLUTE DESPERATION. 

WHEN NOT ONLY WE PUSH MOSHED NAKED TO THE BEATLES IN THE SIXTIES WOODSTOCK HIPPIE COMMUNES, WE ALSO DEFORESTED EVERYTHING AROUND US AND SET THE STAGE ON FIRE. I CAN'T HELP BUT TO RECOLLECT THE 10,000 GIRLS THAT WERE RAPED THAT YEAR ... BY MYSELF, OF COURSE. IT WAS THE ONLY DAY OF THE YEAR THAT COUNTLESS FAT MALE VIRGINS LIKE MYSELF GOT AWAY WITH DOING THE SHIT WE'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO PSYCHOPATHICALLY DO ON A DAILY BASIS. BUT THEN IT ALL ENDED. YEP... AND HOW IT ENDED ... I DO NOT KNOW.

FUCK YOU ASSHOLES. LISTEN TO THIS BAND. LONG LIVE FSU BEFORE THEY KILL YOU.

Friday, April 13, 2012

WEEKEND NACHOS - UNFORGIVABLE

1. Nights
2. 2009
3. Elevated Tracks
4. Rejected Psychopath
5. Shot In The Head
6. Unholy Victory
7. First To Burn
8. Pain Over Acceptance
9. A Few Blocks South
10. Reason To Die
11. Balance Of Power
12. Unforgivable


BRIEF REVIEW:

OH LOOK ANOTHER PRETENTIOUS CRUSTY SLUDGECORE BAND THAT SEEMS TO BE MAINSTREAM AROUND POST-SCENE KIDS OF 2006 NOWADAYS. IS THERE A FAGGOT REASON WHY THIS GENRE IS SO PREVALENT NOWADAYS AMONGST HARDCORE KIDS WHO HAS NEVER ADMITTED TO LIKING METALCORE FOUR YEARS AGO? YOUR HARM'S WAY T-SHIRT AND AGNOSTIC FRONT SHORTS DON'T HIDE THE FACT THAT YEARS AGO YOU USED TO BE INTO BRING ME THE HORIZON AND PARKWAY DRIVE YOU FUCKING STUPID SPOILED SUBURBAN TWATS. AS FOR "WEEKEND NACHOS", WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THE NAME YOU FUCKING FAGGOTS? THE ONLY WEEKEND NACHOS I EAT IS THE CREAMY TACO INGREDIENTS OFF SOME NEXT FAT ROOMMATE'S BUM BUM. WANNA SHARE SOME WITH ME YOU FUCKING FAGGOTS?

I LOVE HOW STRAIGHT EDGE BANDS NAME THEIR BAND SOMETHING THAT SOUNDS REALLY TRIVIAL, TO MAKE IT SEEM AS IF THEY DON'T NEED DRUGS AND ALCOHOL OR OTHER FORMS OF STIMULATION TO ENJOY THE TRIVIAL EVERYDAY MINUTIAE ASPECTS OF LIFE THAT NORMAL DRUG INDUCERS OVERLOOK, SUCH AS EATING NACHOS ON WEEKENDS. I GUESS THAT'S THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THAT NAME. WELL WAKE UP YOU STUPID PRETENTIOUS FUCKS, JUST BECAUSE I SNORT A COPIOUS AMOUNT OF COCAINE OFF SOME VIETNAMNESE HOOKER'S UNSHAVEN PUSSY ON A WEEKEND BASIS IN SOME CHEAP ASS RUB-AND-TUB IN BROOKLYN, DOESN'T MEAN I CAN'T HAVE NACHOS ON WEEKENDS EITHER, YOU DUMBASS IDIOTS. DON'T BE SO DELUSIONAL AS TO THINK THAT YOU CAN ONLY BE CLEAN IN TERMS OF ADDITION IN ORDER TO ENJOY THE FINER THINGS OF LIFE. THE PERKS OF NOT BEING STRAIGHT EDGE IS THAT I CAN BREAK INTO A FINE WINERY AND STEAL 50,000 BOTTLES OF EXPENSIVE WINE TO DRINK MYSELF TO DEATH IN MY CHEAP ASS GOVERNMENT HOUSING UNIT TO MAKE MYSELF FEEL LIKE AN ARISTOCRAT. WHILE YOU, ON THE OTHER HAND, SITS YOUR ASS AT HOME AND PLAY WORLD OF WARCRAFT WHILE GETTING NO SLEEP BECAUSE YOU'RE WIRED OFF REDBULLS (ALSO TELL ME HOW THE FUCK THAT WORKS YOU STUPID IDIOTIC STRAIGHT EDGE FUCK-TWATS? ARE YOU AWARE OF HOW MUCH CONCENTRATE OF CAFFEINE AND UNHEALTHINESS IN GENERAL ARE IN THOSE THINGS? PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME HOW YOU CAN STILL BE "EDGE"? I'D RATHER PLUG AMPHETAMINE PILLS UP MY GROTESQUE BUTTHOLE.)

I'M SO SICK OF THESE NEW CRUSTCORE BANDS COMING OUT THAT SOUNDS QUARTER SLUDGE, QUARTER DOOM, QUARTER CRUST, QUARTER POWERVIOLENCE AND ALL FAGGOT. BECAUSE THIS SHIT IS POPULAR WITH THE HARDCORE SCENE NOWADAYS, WE TEND TO GET THE MOST FUCKED UP MIXES OF CROWDS EVER. LIKE THE NASTY ASS PUNK CROWD WHO PANHANDLES IN THE CITY CENTRAL WITH THEIR PITBULLS COMING TO A SHOW AND THINKING THEY RUN SHITTHE NEXT PREPUBESCENT STREET PUNK MUNCHKIN I SEE WITH A BIKE VEST, SLOPPILY SEWN STUDS PATCHES AND SOME UNCANNY LOOKING MOHAWK (WHO TRIES TO GET ALL THE ANGER AND FRUSTRATION REPRESSED FROM NOT BEING ABLE TO FIT IN THEIR MIDDLE SCHOOL CLASSES AND BEING BEATEN BY THEIR RAGING ALCOHOLIC FATHER AT HOME) WILL BE MOLESTED UP THEIR REAR CANAL SO FUCKING HARD BY MY 1.35 FEET SCHLONG THAT THEY'LL NEED TO BE HOSPITALIZED AFTERWARDS FOR GONORRHEA. AND THEN YOUR PARENTS WILL BRING YOU WEEKEND NACHOS AS YOU LAY ON YOUR ALMOST-DEATHBED THINKING WHAT A STUPID FOOL YOU ARE DRESSING LIKE YOU'RE ANTI-ESTABLISHMENT WHEN IN FACT YOU ARE JUST ABOUT THE MOST INSTITUTIONALIZED AS YOU EVER COULD BE.

FUCKING DUMBASS KIDS.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

A DAY AND A DEATHWISH - SELF TITLED


a_day_and_a_deathwish-01-outloud-sia.mp3 2 MB
a_day_and_a_deathwish-02-hand_in_hand-sia.mp3 3 MB
a_day_and_a_deathwish-03-staying_young-sia.mp3 4 MB
a_day_and_a_deathwish-04-unbreakable-sia.mp3 3 MB
a_day_and_a_deathwish-05-my_path-sia.mp3 3 MB
a_day_and_a_deathwish-06-no_holding_back-sia.mp3 2 MB
a_day_and_a_deathwish-07-take_to_be_true-sia.mp3 2 MB
a_day_and_a_deathwish-08-everything's_coming_down-sia.mp3 2 MB
a_day_and_a_deathwish-09-to_a_friend-sia.mp3 4 MB
a_day_and_a_deathwish-10-strength_within-sia.mp3 4 MB


BRIEF REVIEW:

THROUGHOUT MONTHS OF PAINFUL CONTEMPLATION, I REALIZED SOMETHING THAT'S WAY OVER MY SINGLE DIGIT INTELLIGENCE QUOTIENT. MYSELF THE DUMBASS REALIZED THAT DESPITE OF THIS SOPA AND RIAA AND CLOUD SHARING TURMOIL THAT'S SWEEPING OVER THE FILE-SHARING COMMUNITY, I SHOULDN'T BE READY TO GIVE UP MY BLOG YET. EVEN IF ALL MY PREVIOUS LIBRARIES WERE WIPED OUT, I WILL NOT CLAIM DEFEAT LIKE THE STUPID ASS FAGGOT RECORDING INDUSTRIES OF AMERICA WANTS ME TO. SO ALL YOU FUCKING CORPORATE HATERS CAN SUCK ME SIDEWAYS.

SO GLAD MY LIFE FINALLY HAS A MEANING AGAIN (WELL, NOT REALLY, BUT FUCK YOURSELVES SIDEWAYS WITH A SEVEN INCH VINYL).

Thursday, January 26, 2012

AS HOPE DIES - SELF TITLED 2005

1. Destiny Unfolding 02:58
2. Misanthropy 03:37
3. In Hopes Of Perfection 04:02
4. The Sound Of Hollow Words 02:36
5. Emotion Over Repetition 04:38


BRIEF REVIEW:

FINAL ANNOUNCEMENT: FROM NOW ON THERE WILL BE NO MORE WEBSITE UPDATES EVER. FUCK OFF. GO ON ANOTHER WEBSITE YOU FUCKING PATHETIC MUSIC-LEECHING AND FREELOADING PIRATING FAGGOTS.

IN RECENT EVENTS, WE HAVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT SOPA AND THE INTERNET PIRACY BILL THAT HAS BEEN THE SOLE JEOPARDY OF THE FUTURE OF OUR BELOVED VULGAR INTERNET. ALTHOUGH THE FAGGOT BILL HAS NEVER GOTTEN PASSED, THE ARREST OF MEGAUPLOAD'S FAT-ASS FOUNDER DOTCOM HAS SPREAD SUCH A TREMENDOUS SHOCKWAVE THROUGH THE INTERNET FILE SHARING COMMUNITY. NOW THE STUPID PUSSY ASS COWARDS WHO RUN MEDIAFIRE, TO WHICH THE SERVICE THAT I'VE BEEN A LOYAL CLIENT TO FOR OVER THE PAST FIVE YEARS, HAS DECIDED TO WIPE OUT MY THIRTY GIGABYTES OF ILLEGAL STORAGE OVERNIGHT. SINCE LOGGING INTO MY ACCOUNT EARLY MONDAY MORNING, I REALIZED MORE THAN FOUR HUNDRED ALBUMS - SOME VERY RARE AND VINTAGE - ARE GONE AND I HAVE NO WAY TO EVER RECOVERING THEM BACK. THIS IS WHY ALL THE LINKS HAVE CEASED TO FUNCTION ON MY WEBSITE. I DO REGRET THE FACT THAT NOTHING WORKS TO SERVICE YOU ON MY SITE NOW, AND I'D APOLOGIZE IF I DIDN'T THINK YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING FAGGOT. BUT THE FACT THAT I'VE LOST MY ARTIFACTS MAKES ME CONTEMPLATE IMMEDIATE SUICIDE AND THUS YOU MAY NOT HEAR FROM ME ANY FUCKING LONGER. PEACE OUT FAGGOTS.

DEAD ON THE DANCE FLOOR HAS BEEN A SMALL ALBUM-SHARING BLOG SINCE THE INCEPTION OF 2007 WHEN THESE FILE SHARING SERVERS BECAME AVAILABLE FOR MASS STORAGE WITH NO EXPIRY TIME. EVER SINCE THE SITE'S INCEPTION, IT HAS BECOME A BULLETIN BOARD FOR MY RETARDED RANTS AND HIDDEN DESIRES SO SICK SICK THAT THEY WOULD MAKE THE FBI FULLY ENGAGED IN FORCE. BACK THEN, JUST AS I'D NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD GET ANY VIEWERS MORE THAN JUST MYSELF ON DIFFERENT COMPUTERS IN THIS RAT-INFESTED BASEMENT, TO THIS DAY, I HAVE SERVED OVER FOUR TERABYTES OF HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE MUSIC. THAT IS FUCKING  4096 GIGABYTES (4,096,000 MEGABYTES) OF MUSIC WHEN EACH ALBUM ON AVERAGE IS JUST ABOUT 50 MEGABYTES. NOW IF EACH ALBUM COSTS, LET'S SAY, AN AVERAGE OF $15 BUCKS, WE HAVE COLLECTIVELY JUST BANKRUPTED THE MUSIC INDUSTRY $61,440,000 BUCKS! THAT'S MORE THAN SIXTY ONE MILLION DOLLARS ON SHIT METALCORE AND GRINDCORE MUSIC THAT NOBODY WOULD EVER OTHERWISE BUY! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!

OVER THE YEARS, THIS WEBSITE HAS GAINED A LITTLE BIT OF SUPPORT BUT MUCH MORE HATERS. WE WITNESSED HOW POLITICALLY CORRECT BIGOTS CAN BE JUST AS IGNORANT AS RADICALLY RIGHT WING PRO-WHITE NATIONALISTS. WE READ POSTS FROM HARDCORE KIDS WHO ARE JUST AS MENTALLY DEFUNCT AS PISS-OFF METALHEADS, AND VICE VERSA. WE WENT THROUGH THE RISE AND FALL OF STUPID ASS SUBGENRES, SUCH AS TECHCORE, GRINDCORE, THEN DEATHCORE, THEN DJENTCORE, AND ETC ETC. AND IF YOU GREW UP GOING TO SHOWS, WE HAVE WITNESSED THE LIFESTYLE OF HOW THESE HARDCORE KIDS ARE FIRST BORN AS POUTY LITTLE EMO BOYS WITH NO SELF ESTEEM, WHO TURN TO AN OVERCONFIDENT DOUCHEBAG JOCK, TO AN GRIMY SOUTHERN CRUSTY LOOKING CYNICAL ASSHOLE WHOSE NEVER ADMITTED TO LIKING METALCORE, ALL IN A RADICAL TRANSFORMATION PHASE OF EIGHTEEN MONTHSHOLY FUCKING SHIT.

ALL IN ALL, IT HAD BEEN A HORRENDOUS EXPERIENCE. I THANK ALL YOU FAGGOTS FOR TAGGING ALONG FOR THIS RIDE BUT FRANKLY I'M FUCKING SICK OF UPDATING THIS SHIT BLOG. I'M SICK OF MAKING A LIVING POSTING ABOUT THE TASTINESS AND SMELLINESS OF MY POOP. I'M SICK OF PAYING FOR A DOMAIN THAT NOBODY WILL VIEW. I'M SICK OF GOOGLE HASSLING ME FOR MY NAZI-BASED CONTENT. MOST OF ALL, I'M SICK OF YOU, YOU FUCKING LITTLE NIPPERS, GOOKS, WETBACKS, HONKEYS, SPICS AND NIGGERS.

AND NOW THAT THE LINKS ON MY SITE ARE NO LONGER WORKING, IT'S TIME TO THROW THE WHITE TORCH. YOU MAY ALL THANK MEDIAFIRE, SOPA, INTERNET PIRACY BILLS, AND ULTIMATELY THE RECORDING INDUSTRY OF AMERICA FOR ALL OF THIS.

R.I.P. DEAD ON THE DANCE FLOOR

MAY SOMEONE PISS OVER MY FAT ASS BURIED IN A CEMETARY WHERE I'M BURIED WHILE SPOONING POON, THE FOUNDER OF DEATHCORE IS SEXY.


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