none of it stolen, of course
Volume is not a substitute for talent.
Anyway, I'm going to go start a hearing aid company.
The thing to understand about grindcore is that it's generally not music you listen to. It's music you slam dance to. It's all about that visceral, cathartic feeling of being pushed all over a mosh pit, a gigantic fucking teenage wasteland propelled by blast beats, gravity rolls and brutal drops. Considering that kids at punk shows nowadays just stand around with their arms folded looking like moody fashion plates, I'm glad these kids are actually having fun. Plus those drums sound pretty good.
Plus it makes your mom go super mad when you fucking blast it out of your speakers. Oh you won't let me take the car, mom? Then suck on some of my brutal grindcore you bitch!
Yeah, I submitted this because these kids are awesome and remind me of the good parts of high school.
In middle school my mom took away my CD of America Must Be Destroyed by Gwar, but the other stuff made it because it was mostly cassette copies that didn't have lyric sheets (I don't think Been Caught Buttering by Pungent Stench would have gone over well if it had the cover).
|Dread Pirate Roberts |
Robbaz, King of Grindcore.
Oh fuck yes. I nonhipsterly enjoy this.
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