Thronefuck - ever so generously donated from the pocket of your fathers estate. And you being the Brownshirts. the ants, the drones, the sheep. The machine that clicks and rotates and dings. Just like, come on in, gather around this table, ever so generously donated. And you being the law the crooks, the colonizers. the book. Living vicariously through the statements of others. Foundation denied. Built so unbeautifully, inside your defined boundaries of monuments. ribbon. iron, and ownership. To preserve the unstoppable army of four, quit talking about your accomplishments. Quit speaking of our collectiveness. our commonalities. quit singing. Your music is one of prefabrication. Of brick encrusted mortar. An ego-trip that suits for masturbation. manufactured elsewhere. Of fine precision. of fine persuasion. of deception. No insurrection. no liberation. no
substance. Just sound.
Incredible discography. The paper bag 7" on Gravity was a game changer for modern hardcore punk. The lyrics to "Blind" opened my eyes and I never looked back. Ryan Walker
This makes me so happy. I listened to this seven inch a thousand times when it came out. It blew my mind... still perfect to this day. NorthwoodsBrewer502