Where Did Those Days Go?

I can still remember the days when getting underground records means getting it through the perilous postal system. Getting it pass nosy customs and post office jerk offs. Getting it wrapped in a letter written or fashioned with dried, brownish blood stains, or blackened soil from a local burial site. 

What lovely days those were…when real blood, rather than facades, still forges the dementia called underground extreme metal scene. Where the fuck has it gone to now? 

Fucking bloody awesome days