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You have some form of autism.

Album Rating: 5.0

That guy has a massive ego? HAHA.

You have some form of autism.

Yeah, but guys, he uses words most of us don't on a regular basis.

Knott and ShadowRemains won this thread.

Album Rating: 1.0

This is a massive review. And it's shit. Sorry.

haha

I'll always remember you as Principia

Album Rating: 1.0

also Knott-, if you were to continue writing for the rest of your entire life, studying its techniques and intricacies, honing your craft, you still would not be able to write anything that even comes close to the following two paragraphs in terms of quality:

Punk rock tapped into the anger and discontent of a generation of British society that was fed up with the hippie message of peace and free love. It instead channeled its nihilistic fury against the boredom, disillusionment, and hypocrisy of the newly-dawning age of neoliberalism, railing against any and every traditional authority that stood in its path. But something was lost amidst this generalized annihilative rage: the personal feelings of heartbreak and loss, the tragic and lyrical dimension of music. These were looked upon by the punk movement with scorn and disgust. Such feelings were just cheap sentimentalism, romantic drivel…emotions that should have by now been drowned in the snot, spit, and liquid apathy of the punk Weltanshauung.



For those who still clung to these emotions, who had despite themselves absorbed the influence of punk rock, a new genre was born: emo (which was destined to go through its own series of mutations and transformations). This combined the rawness, incompetence, and heroic amateurism of punk rock with the personal oblivion of death, betrayal, and unrequited love. The sneering growl of punk rock vocals gradually gave way to hysterical shrieks, and the oversimplified three-powerchord patterns were replaced by calculated cacophony and more sophisticated harmonic dissonance. The aggressively brusque straightforwardness of punk lyrics, their studied stupidity, was exchanged for a more precious vocabulary and elaborate attempts at lyrical symbolism. All of a sudden emo began to wax poetic, trying to give itself the illusion of depth. The cracking voice that pierced through the fuzz of the guitars and bad production was seen as a testament to its authenticity, an expression of the genuine pathos that must underlie all of this chaos and ugliness. Predictably, such techniques were swiftly glamorized and soon became standard within the genre.

haha

"no, it's a joke review. i don't like this album, but a review which claims to trace the entire path of music starting from the beginning of recorded history is obviously to be taken with a grain of salt"

"i heard that he isn't even a swamp monster what the fuck i think we're all getting trolled"

haha omg lmao porch and George himself beat me to it. You guys should be ashamed for getting so upset. The review is damn funny. I don't support all his douchebaggery though.

Being a better writer than someone in one person's opinion doesn't mean anything, but if that's what gets you by in life, great.

Also, it's about fucking time you copped to your ID since everyone knew it from the get-go.

Album Rating: 4.0

is this an MJ wannabe review or something?

no it's just a washed up real MJ review

this sounds like a copout but it is sort of sad how the dude just can't leave, hes said he will
("AND I REALLY MEAN IT THIS TIME") like five times and i guess he just cant resist

edit: also doesnt weltanschauung have a 'c'? owned

you can't leave if you have nowhere to go lol

Album Rating: 3.5

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...go through it, you won't die

Album Rating: 1.0

haha yes, i "can't leave"



i didn't log onto Sputnik for virtually 5 months



also Knott- you didn't address my point about being a better writer than you

and im knott going to