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.
This is the one where we start to get our feelings hurt about certain hosts’ rankings of certain songs. But it all works out...
Wait, I just got it. Wink at your art school friends and ask: evil robot space carnival? Pretty impressive, huh? What hath Paul wrought?...
The poems are great but I bet the bathroom's gross. Neglect to mention Blue Oyster Cult and ask: You flew to Paris for this?...