Feeling kind of nostalgic today, for some unknown reasons. Feels like going back to those good ole rape and shred nights of a youthful, untamed, blood lust...Listening to music played with real felt-pain and unfathomed hatred.
Real aggression, rooted in real pain. You just can’t ever beat that, no matter how well one’s musical skills are, and no matter how fancy the production of a musical album is.
So here’s to the good ole days of ‘real’ extreme music and lifestyles.
Round up the victims, and let the games begin.
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