Review Summary: *Filth
This compost-smell squirrel rot is not for nerds that listen to Skillet’s newest album unironically. Indeed, the grindcore *** here will give you metalhead cred at a party with the boys if your friends aren’t pussies. Indeedy, you’re ***ed. These are real-ass skin peeling sludgy riffs, and ride cymbal obsessed nose punchers. It will make your baby cry and yearn for mom’s boobies. The riffs are literally literal metal, and the drummer ***ing LOVES drumming. It’s so metal it’s probably too metal for KILL, ironic, he’s gay for metal. In summary, this band is about the business in the trunk, putting body parts in it with a pleasurable conclusion. ***ing yikes, that’s the worst sentence in a while! Do I smell a feature? ;D
Holy Cthulhu, this album is filth, the riffs are literally swamp farts. It’s the musical equivalent to finding dog *** in the morning, except the poo has learned karate, grew appendages, and doesn’t like that you stepped on them. If this was released in the early 90s this would’ve been a classic but instead it blessed 2008. This needs to be on your “best of 2008” list, so make one now. Don’t waste your life by negging my reviews like GetLow who is obsessed with my sexy ass reviews or maybe just my ass. Conclusion: check out this album for ***’s sake. Why do you think I review albums? To wank to my exquisite grammar? I do but yeah check this too.
