I HOPE YOU MAKE SURE WE’RE PROPERLY DEAD BEFORE YOU START!
if there is anything I hate more than people it is working for a living. It was my last day of working at UWM. Making phone calls every day, being someone I am not, allowing the sheep to form opinions on me of which are not true, drowning myself 3 times a week in an ungodly amount of alcohol and Adderall, remembering being incapacitated on my couch watching my retarded as fuck ex-girlfriend walk in and out of the apartment like a penny waiting for change (hold on to that reference, we’ll get to it on R), I am sitting there avoiding calls from this stupid annoying ass Greek mortgage broker that acted like I was his personal fucking assistant (never do more work than what is your job ever unless you are going to be paid for it), there staring blankly at my computer screen waiting for a sign to hit me after Prowler in the Yard finished playing it hit me… ARE YOU SATISFIED WITH THE WAY THAT YOU EXIST? I looked at my buddy Dennis shortly after, around 7:30 PM and asked “what are the next words Keanu Reeves says after Vaya Con Dios in Point Break, say it tomorrow when everyone asks where I am” the answer of course is “He’s not coming back”.
If you read all that, wow, you might be as fucked up as I am, and if you understood it, and are still here, lets talk about some BRUTAL FUCKING TRUTH! If you didn’t figure it out by now, the song discussed above is Walking Corpse. As discussed on the previous Grind in Decay, Assuck is a Grind band, (this is the last time I am ever going to explain this) Grind to me is the perfect mix of death metal and Gridcore, where Gridcore is just Gridcore. Brutal Truth to me is a Gridcore band. And yes, asshole, I do find the same irony in the fact that this website runs ads and the name of that fucking album is called Anticapital. I find the same annoyance when I have to wait through a 3 minute ad break to listen to any punk song on YouTube.
When it comes to the world of bass players, there does not exist much better than Dan Lilker. (Hey! I spelled and said it right that time HAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHHAHA, fuck you). This extreme trip is one continuous blast, complimented by high and low vocals. I do not understand where along the way these shitty bands started overproducing grindcore albums. Why? Its supposed to be raw and unpleasant and relentless and BRUTAL.
Yep, my review style is still weird as fuck.
