Unnamed others are the disease, and Hatebreed’s got the cure. Look out for each other in the pit and ask: Are you talking to me? Does this read a little different in the current climate? Why don’t we just skip to the breakdown? For fans of: perseverance, undifferentiated sludge, and OK tastes that taste OK together.
No, no, Mr. Bungle was my father's name. Call me Alvin. Steadily reduce your slap bass usage while we ask: Can you have it...
Dirty Van Morrison does bad Genesis and we kinda like it. Control your breathing as we ask: Did you get a load of that...
Lower your denominators and ask: A clip show already? Will the Deftones forgive us? Which President is it not unlike? For fans of: snares...