Every last vulture will become endangered once the poachers send a copy of this EP to them. There's laziness, but then there exists bands who just don't care at all; Death of a Salesman may be one of those acts.
Quite possibly the worst band I've ever listened to. I can forgive plodding, uninspired music. I can forgive 27 year-old men with acute-angled hair and tattoos of cartoon dinosaurs, drawn by the insecure 14 year-old goths that they sleep with. What I can't forgive is asinine bullshit masquerading as anything resembling awareness. Here's an example of the vocalist's biting social commentary: "Here, like, listen up. Let's wake on up. You see, you see death all around, like, and nobody gives a fuck."