Album Rating: 4.0
I live in a village in south alabama, hate country music, football, mud riding, fishing, hunting, and don't talk in a country accent.
I love rock, electro pop, alternative, and deathcore, wear eye makeup, cut my own hair, which I'm not bad at either, I have long hair in the bangs, short hair in the back, I have platinum blonde/white hair, wear red, black, or yellow eye-contacts, wear mainly white, black, purple, red, green, and gray clothes.
Down here all that is considered emo, barely anybody considers it being scene. I'm not emo or scene though, (I really don't know what scene or emo is, only that emo is a music genre, and scene is a fashion, I never cared to check online what they look like, so I just say I'm not, which I am NOT. I just love rock music.
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Album Rating: 4.0
I am normal, because weird is normal, if you are normal, you are weird. I created my own little style and people down here think it's emo, I'm not using the term I'm only stating that the people i go to school with describe me with that term.
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Album Rating: 4.0
I wrote a song called stupid fucking rednecks, but it's too angry to match my band's image, or my cousin Janie's bands either :/ My friend John's band could do it though. Mine is a punk band, Janie's is a pop rock, and John's is deathcore, three bands from the same place! Let's see who gets the first record deal! xD I do live performances at Picker's Paradise sometimes, but I can't do another one until I find a new bassist, my last one had his thumb cut off in an accident involving a hacksaw. Ouch o. o
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Album Rating: 1.5 | Sound Off
This album is a mess in many ways. Far too long, unneeded pieces, a guitar player that seems to be on another plane from the rest of his cast. Nothing seems to make sense or add up here, except for the fact that this 19-track affair is destined to be a coaster.
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