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...
Bad news, we tricked you into joining our sleep study. Imagine your breath as the gentle rhythm of a distant sea and ask: Did...
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?...