Consuming Cephalalgia Through The Cranium Macerating Debrisfucked Manure Ingested Remains Of The Mindfucked Cataplexic Wicked Mankind Whom Fistfucked The Progenies From The Deepest Depths Of The Analmaggot Raped Human Pieces Of Erotic Shitmasses Which Gave Birth To Worthless Eunuchs As Traverty For Cumstained Whorefaced Sluts Enslaved By This Stupid Society Full Of Fetal Garbages
I rise from the ashes. Only to fall back in again.
I have a feeling that I already know what their music sounds like. Lots of low-pitched screaming and assorted loud noises. In other words, it's headphone warning: the subgenre.
I have a feeling that I already know what their music sounds like. Lots of low-pitched screaming and assorted loud noises. In other words, it's headphone warning: the subgenre.
Nope. Grindgore
I rise from the ashes. Only to fall back in again.
I have the name of the longest album title of all time: The Boy Bands Have Won, And All the Copyists And The Tribute Bands And The TV Talent Show Producers Have Won If We Allow Our Culture To Be Shaped By Mimicry, Whether From Lack Of Ideas Or From Exaggerated Respect. You Should Never Try To Freeze Culture. What You Can Do Is Recycle That Culture. Take Your Older Brother's Hand-Me-Down Jacket And Re-Style It, Re-Fashion It To The Point Where It Becomes Your Own. But Don't Just Regurgitate Creative History, Or Hold Art And Music And Literature As Fixed, Untouchable And Kept Under Glass. The People Who Try To "Guard" Any Particular Form Of Music Are, Like The Copyists And Manufactured Bands, Doing It The Worst Disservice, Because The Only Thing That You Can Do To Music That Will Damage It Is Not Change It, Not Make It Your Own. Because Then It Dies, Then It's Over, Then It's Done And The Boy Bands Have Won. By the band Chumbawamb.