Review Summary: Sum notes about music
Jun Juns and jizzle wizzles. Polar bear espionage in the dolo. You never saw it coming. Here comes the sizzle with a vengeance like a cooked burger burning down the house. Cherry Coke goes down smoothly, but the kick destroys the mouth like your grandma mad at you for stealing her cookies.
^these are descriptions of the music
You may think this review is bear-ly a review and that that is polar-iceing. Perhaps I can take the piss though, because I don’t care. You see, I’ve already reviewed two albums from this band, because people that LOVE the band were too lazy to review em. So hold my imaginary beer while I drink my Cherry Coke instead (this review brought to you by Coke).
Other notes:
Dayuuuuum dose guitars slap the hell outta my ass. That made me feel some type of way. :)
Gosh dang these guys love their wizzly wiggly Machine Girl electronics and drum breaks still.
When they do singing and melodic stuff it’s beautiful, and I want a Christmas album from them.
I end the review with a poem:
Roses are dead
Violets are flowers
I like this album and u will too
In other OTHER notes:
Good work from the band that doesn’t mind sounding psychotic. I like dat. Marry me. Jk, *** that, Tundra might wanna though *hint* *hint*. That’s right boiz, dinner is served. ;)
List of things to include in the next album:
- more delicious singing cuz that *** is tighter than my ass
- more guitars (jk, there are enough to feed Africa)
Random list:
- remember to take a *** today
- hug a tree
- become god
