Review Summary: #music
Why do people love inside. It’s a very stimulating question, much like why do people love outside, or lack thereof
These questions beg an answer that one cannot give
And then riffs are had
And then more guitar with the notes
And even drums if you listen closely
And that is this album, simply put! But in summary now…
Needs moar Opeth and more diddly fizzly geetarz like a real hootennany perhaps but what we have here crushes my ears instantly upon inserting the dick of this music in my canal. I let it stream in and kinda sit there and it really makes me think about how the band basically cummed in my ears against my will. That *** is completely gucked, which emphasizes the sound of the album if you really think about it. These hard riffs may not be hard dicks but they might as well be, and my ears suck em off like a gayboy. Your ears will be gucked completely oh ***, but I like it? I don’t like gay sex personally cuz I’m not gay but yeah these dick riffs touch my dick. Pause. Did I mention I’m not gay? I’m not gay guys, no really trust me I’ve never fucjed a dude in the bum so I can’t be gay. That’s how it works. Pause. Anyway.
Should people live inside or outside? Whatever, too busy moshing to dick riffs to care. It’s not gay though. But there is something truly majestic about these riffs that dick slap your chin strap and put you in downward position. If you’re listening to this album it’s not by choice, somehow your brain remembered this band and how badly you needed to be ***ed and now you’re in doggy position. You might not beg for it, but your dick wanted it, and Chat Pile wants your balls fondled. You can quote me on that but please be professional
This album is like an egg because you can take it anyway but it’s still gonna explode in your face and make you wet. It’s also like an egg because it’s a repetitive flavour but still tasty. The same can be said about a lot of food types but *** you
