"play something tragic, ton ton"
there is something about that apocalypse that's darn appealing.
wether it's the relieving sense of cleansing or the possibility that you might get to be a cool dude with cool guns in a gritty doomsday-esque world. who wouldn't wanna be a careless raggedyman? you probably would have a severe headache most of the time and probably the worst case ever of body odour (fuck the american spelling I tells ye).
still, you'd get a incredibly trimmed and body hair-free female, just for being cool.
like rhona mitra in "doomsday" (unpleasantly boring movie). she might be named after the ugly headed great white fat rhino in latin, but thats the way I like it baby I don't wanna live forever.
not that she really qualifies as such a female in that movie. whateva.
not that she really qualifies as such a female in that movie. whateva.
back on track 'ey?
this record is definitely one I would take for a spin if the mother of all shit hit the great fan of existence. dark and grimy.
don't need no amagideon to enjoy this one though.
just you n' your headphones.
or you, a basement, a sound-system and a whole lot of hate/love.
this one delivers what burial promised.
(oh, props to anyone knowing the inceptive quote)
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