I can't recall the last time one of my all-time favorite albums was "thrashed" like this.
Give him a good beating, Sirliftsalot48.
To console you, I shall say this: there are three good songs on it. Okay? Now go order your beginner's fellatio kit.
Behemoth, you astound me. You know you're a douchebag, and you persist. You know you're a stuck-up cunt, and you persist even further. You have nothing to prove to anybody! Fondle your trophies while you still have the opportunity.
What the fuck is it that you like about this album? Shoddy solos that go nowhere? Baloff's bad singing? A directionless atmosphere? For Chrissakes, even Forbidden's debut wasn't this bad. And if there is one terrible band to have come out of the so-called Bay Area, the latter would be second to none.
Don't get riled up over the bad words I called you; they are terms of endearment as you are near and dear to me. Believe it.
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