Review Summary: The Queen of very music-y album
Sputnikmusedick would have me (force me) to write a long review for this body of metal music. However, there is a reason why this album isn’t reviewed. That’s cuz this album is an absolute barnyard howler. The music within slaps like a tiger pouncing on a little girl and force feeding them Kellogg’s cereal despite overwhelming prices. Such music is beyond critique, it simply exists in a time and space where other things cannot compete. It’s on its own planet - its own universe. Somewhere on another planet, in a parallel dimension, hot alien chicks are making out with the CD case because the music calls them as though a prospective lover. If you look closely at your personal CD cover, you can see where they attempted to penetrate their asses. Indeed, the riffs are so metal they will make you a hoe. Riffs are the cream of the very enticing cream inserted in your body in and out in every orifice in this album, but the vocals induce joygasms like receiving your first handjob after paying the Walmart greeter. From nice singing to nice growling, the music is very murderous or it might just make you grab your lemon even harder. Basically, this is a thrill ride that Bjork would say “holy ***!” to.
Music is “bad” these days because albums like this don’t exist anymore. This is because people listened to this album, and attempted to sound the exact the same. After they failed they yeeted their guitars into the nearest mud puddles and cried. Music was never the same after this djenty sensation, and it never will be again, because this is the best djenty *** to djent all in your momma. The riff onslaught here is similar to the feeling of being forced to enjoy air conditioning but you actually really enjoy air conditioning. There are indeed drums and the many instruments of this album are enough to punch a wallop type punch that’ll unsettle your morning iced tea. This is cuz album slaps hard. Disagree? Ask yo momma, she knows better cuz we were listening to this *** last night. Heyooooo
It’s hard to explain or imagine just how pussy punching this album is, so *** that I have dishes to do
that was the entire review btw
