Notes And Covert Comments I Have Passed To My Colleagues
In case you were wondering, I have the windows open and the heaters on at the same time because the guy in the blue Puma tracksuit smells so bad I think he's actually a three-week corpse suspended on puppet strings. Seriously, go wave a blade over his head. 10 says he collapses.
Have been accosted by strange man coming out to me. Send help.
I can get fired for breaking his kneecaps, right?
Look out. I know that woman. She comes in and uses the computers. If even the slightest thing goes wrong she starts sobbing and wailing. Woe betide she gets ahold of you mid-wail, you'll have to chew your leg off to escape.
Daily Mail reader at 12 o'clock. Use modern lingo, it scares and confuses them.
Jesus, can you please deal with that woman with the beret? She flat-out hates me ever since I apparently patronised her by telling her things that were new and frightening to her.
Big Poppa Creamy's Audio Goodness
Yes, it's that time again boys and girls where I descend from the mountain to dribble down my superior taste upon your heads like pattering, punk-rock rain.
Unwritten Law - F.I.G.H.T - Right, it's not big, and it's not clever, but I feel the need to abandon quirky Japanese bands and weird bootmash remixes to rock out with my cock out. This track threatens you with Nu-Metal at times, particularly with the opening riff and some of the 'You don't know me!' lyrics, but manages to avoid, well, being an enormous pile of turgid, wannabe-macho shite like pretty much every other Nu-Metal track out there, mainly due to a few more punky elements being thrown in. To be honest, I'm just a sucker for the shouty kids in the chorus.
Billy Talent - Red Flag - Munch, this one's for you. some good ol' fashioned punk-rock for you, complete with snotty vocals, questionable production and lyrics full of righteous ire about 'the kids'. Good old snotty, bouncy punk. My head is bobbing as we speak.
The Servant - Cells (Instrumental) - This one might well be familiar to many of you, seeing as how it was the music that was playing on the Sin City trailer a while back. I'd been searching for ages for a copy of this, but up until recently had only been able to find a non-instrumental version of which was, quite frankly, wank. The music in this might be pure distilled essence of badass but the vocals were whiny and boring, as such I won't be seeking out anything else by these guys. Instead I shall luxuriate in this track, with it's fuzzy guitars and throbbing drums. Will make you want to stride purposefully down the street, feet slamming concrete and glaring at passers-by.
Coming up next update, a Punk-Rock Christmas!
In case you were wondering, I have the windows open and the heaters on at the same time because the guy in the blue Puma tracksuit smells so bad I think he's actually a three-week corpse suspended on puppet strings. Seriously, go wave a blade over his head. 10 says he collapses.
Have been accosted by strange man coming out to me. Send help.
I can get fired for breaking his kneecaps, right?
Look out. I know that woman. She comes in and uses the computers. If even the slightest thing goes wrong she starts sobbing and wailing. Woe betide she gets ahold of you mid-wail, you'll have to chew your leg off to escape.
Daily Mail reader at 12 o'clock. Use modern lingo, it scares and confuses them.
Jesus, can you please deal with that woman with the beret? She flat-out hates me ever since I apparently patronised her by telling her things that were new and frightening to her.
Big Poppa Creamy's Audio Goodness
Yes, it's that time again boys and girls where I descend from the mountain to dribble down my superior taste upon your heads like pattering, punk-rock rain.
Unwritten Law - F.I.G.H.T - Right, it's not big, and it's not clever, but I feel the need to abandon quirky Japanese bands and weird bootmash remixes to rock out with my cock out. This track threatens you with Nu-Metal at times, particularly with the opening riff and some of the 'You don't know me!' lyrics, but manages to avoid, well, being an enormous pile of turgid, wannabe-macho shite like pretty much every other Nu-Metal track out there, mainly due to a few more punky elements being thrown in. To be honest, I'm just a sucker for the shouty kids in the chorus.
Billy Talent - Red Flag - Munch, this one's for you. some good ol' fashioned punk-rock for you, complete with snotty vocals, questionable production and lyrics full of righteous ire about 'the kids'. Good old snotty, bouncy punk. My head is bobbing as we speak.
The Servant - Cells (Instrumental) - This one might well be familiar to many of you, seeing as how it was the music that was playing on the Sin City trailer a while back. I'd been searching for ages for a copy of this, but up until recently had only been able to find a non-instrumental version of which was, quite frankly, wank. The music in this might be pure distilled essence of badass but the vocals were whiny and boring, as such I won't be seeking out anything else by these guys. Instead I shall luxuriate in this track, with it's fuzzy guitars and throbbing drums. Will make you want to stride purposefully down the street, feet slamming concrete and glaring at passers-by.
Coming up next update, a Punk-Rock Christmas!
VIEW 21 of 21 COMMENTS
glassmachine:
How'd you get on after I buggered off last night?
inkygoodness:
Inspired by our meeting, sir, I am tempted to rename myself "inky goodness". Would this amuse and satisfy? And, more importantly, would it screw everyone up if I changed my name?