Review Summary: HE, King Bigman, came unto thy scene with a message of true emo-violence to counteract the lies of THE WAVE.
The past decade was a tumultuous era of media deceit, and silver-tongued tricksters. The name of emo was wrested from the hands of true followers of the KITTENCORE gospel, and plastered all over the hordes of scraping thieves with gender neutral hair and dress, a mass of uneducated drones striving to reach the top of the rock-star dream, the internet generation's radio "screamo" - the precursor to today's threat, THE WAVE. "Screamo" was no longer the affectionate term of the true disciples of the cat, but a marketing term for any effeminate act to blow their voice out at a side stage on Warped Tour.
Then, in Orinda, a star rose from the Western Sea. It was HE, the king, ALEX BIGMAN. SKRAM GOD. PRAISE BE THY BIGMAN. Bigman came unto thy Cali scene to spread the true KITTENCORE gospel, to reducate those who had fallen under the sway of "screamo" and the media drones. HE said unto the bless disciples of the cat, "BEHOLD, for I am Alex Bigman, SKRAM GOD. Call it not "screamo" my children, for that word is tainted. From this day forward, it shall be SKRAM." Amen.
