Seen It All

Just when you thought you’ve seen it all, something shitty hits the fucking fan and splatters it ugly slime everywhere, twice-thrice as worse as you expected.

Shit happens? Yeah, sure does. And sometimes it comes in triplets…like when you tried to stab an asshole who backstabbed you and it turns out that the asshole has another vengeful dick eyeing a payback, and that dick gets to the asshole first. Leaving you out of breath from the chase and yet not a speck of the ugly asshole’s blood on your dagger.

Fucking useless asshole. Fucking useless dick.

I want my payback, you fucking dick!

Mugged

When it’s on the newspaper, on TV, on someone else’s story, then mugging is just unreal. Distant. Like a fairy fucking urban tale. It’s a whole different ball game when it actually stares you down the eyes.

What really sucks is when the fucking burglar actually out run you, and your well-polished kitchen knife…with your laptop, mobile phone, wallet and all sorts of shits that just make anyone’s day that much more shitty.. 

We will meet again soon.

You, me, and my sweet knife, you chicken shit

Back to Basics (Reprise)

My newly found joy, of digging back to the good ole snail mail underground stuffs, has reached completely new heights...I’m now officially fucking high on these intense, Thrashy Death shit, almost like a moth to a flame.

Aggression, intensity, no holds-barred, fuck-it-all, good ole underground extreme metal.

Nothing beats the basics!

Back to Basics

Sometimes it’s just better to get back to basics. Surely, there are moments when listening to breathtakingly intricate or brilliantly odd music is quite a treat, and yet that is far and few in between.

Most of the time, after the numbing drudgery of a 9 to 5 life, the main moments of treat is found when the music is simple and hits right to the bare necessity: raw power, raw blast beats and an excess of excellently infectious riffs.

Thank shit some still care to preserve the basics of the good ole 80s and 90s...

Hack It Back to Basics