It seems that everyone and their mom has a blog these days, usually about dumb stuff, so I figured I’d create a cool one. And since I have a running dialogue in my head about music, movies and beer all day, every day I figured write about those things. Who knows, I may forget about this thing an hour after I post this (which I’m not entirely sure how to do) and never come back. I’m a moron when it comes to these computation machines. I’ve also never been big on sharing my thoughts or ideas, I’m self-conscious when it comes to that shit. I post less and less online thanks to dickhead internet warriors barely old enough to jack off. “OMG this isnt blackened death metal its death/black metal you stupid fagot poser!!! Go listen to justin beiber!!!” Most people on the internet take things way to seriously. There’s underlying humor to pretty much everything I write, but I guess it’s too subtle for a generation of idiots who need everything shoved down their throats in order to understand. Fuck I’m getting upset.
If I ever post on here again it will probably be whatever I’m obsessing over at the moment. Yesterday, it was Age of Quarrel from Cro-Mags. Tomorrow, it might be the 1987 splatterfest Street Trash or a tasty IPA; but the beer would probably be on payday. I gravitate towards the dirty and raw spectrum of Rock N Roll, ya know; Venom, Hellhammer, Slayer, Bolt Thrower, Motorhead, the aforementioned Cro-Mags, Anti-Cimex, Deviated Instinct and on and on and on. A lot of reviewers get technical when it comes to reviewing, but just like with computation devices I’m an idiot. I just know the sound it makes when it rages. That last sentence was a dumb reference to Tropic Thunder. Movie titles are supposed to be underlined, but there’s no option to do that. I’ll hand write an angry letter when I’m good and hammered.
I can’t really think of anything else to say, so here’s one of the greatest albums ever made.