the mercy seat.
sweet sweat from the nightmare set.
weird: the new normal.
God, I hate the new “experimental” music scene.
There’s this guy, I think his name is M***….
He sucks. People like him suck. The music they make sucks, and I’ve heard more intelligent and open minded conversations and ideas tossed around between badgers and bricks.
and they seem to have some kind of rancid spawning pool in this area.
instant indie band formula.
Ugly snobs with thrift store polo shirts and loincloths + n / creativity = band
where n = (name of local wildlife) * (ironic action).
Dude, let’s go see Slugs at the Supermarket with Potato Beaver and some hobo pissing in a tin can wearing a Cupid outfit for FIVE DOLLARS at M***’s house!
You want some real experimental music? Go listen to Einsturzende Neubauten make beatiful music out of pipes and blenders.
Shallow post day, I know.
