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After the mailman arrived today with my gatefold vinyl, I have to hire a medium to come over to perform an exorcism on all the spirits I released upon opening it. Until I can afford the money, I’m keeping everyone under tight security. Cronos is caught in the vortex of the blender while the others are being refrigerated. Not to worry, most these metal Vikings are accustomed to the weather. Dave Grohl’s brilliant idea of combing all this mayhem onto one Southern Lord record is costing the listeners a fortune. Not only will I need the carpet steam cleaned from all the bloody boot tracks they're leaving, but the electric bill has skyrocketed from the |
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rattling of “Shake Your Blood" all
day. Men like, Lemmy, King Diamond, Wino, Snake
and Lee Dorian all blast you into oblivion with songs Dave Grohl
wrote. The back of the cover appears to have one ghastly ghost image,
while the front has phenomenal slick texture. Even though the label is
easy on the pocket, I will be paying for the rest of my life for this
because it has left such an impression. Whether it’s on medical expenses,
Mediums, equipment and leather for all the inspiration it has ignited. -Smutstrutter ___________________________________________________________________________ |
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