Flesh Narc, str8-outta Denton, West Tejas! Hey, dontcha hesitate to hit
all them notes & maybe all them semitones between ‘em, ‘kay? Y’hear?! Noise
Rock Woosh! Hear angular Drums & Bass overexcitedly a-flirtin‘ with le
metronome, but le metronome be on da fritzzzz! Guitars is obviously allergic,
no? Do you even tune, brah? Nah! Nah! Speak-sung-yelp’d vocals preaching all
end-times-like! This be a skid row nervous breakdown stretched out atop a
greasy drying rack, folx! Loud, I tells ya! Dissing on orientation, y’know?
Wooh!
-- Jacob
An Kittenplan
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