Фотографии од нас, младост,
Патетични смешки - исчекуваат,
Старци надежни одолвлекуваат,
Демонска насмевка, пцува,
врз вашата радост.
Погледни уште колку сеуште има,
Од време кога Загор читавме,
Безделни, по авантури скитавме,
Удавени, збор за осека,
а се што знаеме е плима.
Ги напуштивме ние хероите,
Глупи комерцијални морони,
За некое си подобро - сони,
Стрипови во црно-бело,
а зборуват за боите.
Ние го корниме последниот цвет,
Колку убаво ти го коваме падот,
Молите живот, а живее гадот,
Солзите се повик за емпатија,
На грешка сте свет.
Не знаеме што, до дно не симна,
Царство од мизерија и садисти,
Недистинктивни, потполно исти,
Оваа не е моја, на милион
е клетници, оваа химна.
Sunday, March 19, 2017
Friday, March 17, 2017
The existence of pop music and the buttpain it causes in the online underground communities.
No matter what retarded arguments you try to use that music has been good and now it isn't, they won't be valid and you will just reveal exactly what kind of a half-literate moron you really are.
Arguing about the 80's is just a waste, just turn on VH1 when they have an 80's compilation and you'll see. Same goes for the whole 20th century, you are just proving your inability to explore new music in a period where it's being pumped up the internet's ass 24/7,
Classical music goes a bit deeper, because we know it was very popular, considering how good it has sustained itself over time, but saying that "people listened good music then and they don't now" is countered by the fact that anybody who had no power in that period was considered "a dickless halfwit", and his opinion mattered as much as the artwork of the "special class", and whoever exclaimed his thoughts and didn't try to fit in by listening to what everybody else in his social class was labeled as an "earless waste of good semen". It didn't work that way, you are only seeing history in the way "the winners", in our case middle to higher class critics, decided to write it.
Now, pop quiz, hotshot, you are talking with your friends about mouth breather shit and memes, and Slayer starts blasting, what do you do? You go on with the conversation? Well, you'd really love to, but you can't, because of the music's attention grabbing nature. Same goes with classical, you are driving exhausted from your dead-end job, and Mozart starts going at it. You are sweaty, you are sleepy, you are a mess, are you really in the mood for fucking emotions at that period of time?
Pop music needs to exist. It is the sound of tolerance and mutual understanding. We want forgettable noises to bang in our sub-consciousness while we are going about our business. And why is it such a loss, that you are listening to disposable garbage? It won't matter. People will still remember Coroner. Their underground status is just evidence of musical exploration, they are not understood without time patience and getting into their essence.
Whenever you think about how shit pop music is, just remember that there are house remixes of Bach pieces, bands playing power chords and trying to resurrect the Reich, the Halo, Halo, Ich Bin Alex song in the German learning textbook for sixth grade, and Megadeth's Cryptic Writing album except for Trust and She-Wolf. Pop's purpose is mediocrity and background.
And a big shout-out to the retards posting Wiggle-wiggle saying how it defined our generation, you are far beyond saving, I feel sorry for your father.
Arguing about the 80's is just a waste, just turn on VH1 when they have an 80's compilation and you'll see. Same goes for the whole 20th century, you are just proving your inability to explore new music in a period where it's being pumped up the internet's ass 24/7,
Classical music goes a bit deeper, because we know it was very popular, considering how good it has sustained itself over time, but saying that "people listened good music then and they don't now" is countered by the fact that anybody who had no power in that period was considered "a dickless halfwit", and his opinion mattered as much as the artwork of the "special class", and whoever exclaimed his thoughts and didn't try to fit in by listening to what everybody else in his social class was labeled as an "earless waste of good semen". It didn't work that way, you are only seeing history in the way "the winners", in our case middle to higher class critics, decided to write it.
Now, pop quiz, hotshot, you are talking with your friends about mouth breather shit and memes, and Slayer starts blasting, what do you do? You go on with the conversation? Well, you'd really love to, but you can't, because of the music's attention grabbing nature. Same goes with classical, you are driving exhausted from your dead-end job, and Mozart starts going at it. You are sweaty, you are sleepy, you are a mess, are you really in the mood for fucking emotions at that period of time?
Pop music needs to exist. It is the sound of tolerance and mutual understanding. We want forgettable noises to bang in our sub-consciousness while we are going about our business. And why is it such a loss, that you are listening to disposable garbage? It won't matter. People will still remember Coroner. Their underground status is just evidence of musical exploration, they are not understood without time patience and getting into their essence.
Whenever you think about how shit pop music is, just remember that there are house remixes of Bach pieces, bands playing power chords and trying to resurrect the Reich, the Halo, Halo, Ich Bin Alex song in the German learning textbook for sixth grade, and Megadeth's Cryptic Writing album except for Trust and She-Wolf. Pop's purpose is mediocrity and background.
And a big shout-out to the retards posting Wiggle-wiggle saying how it defined our generation, you are far beyond saving, I feel sorry for your father.
Proving that Pink Floyd has no depth, Part One: Wish You Were Here
If you are a Pink Floyd fan, don't read this, I am only here to infuriate you and not to reason with you, I know I won't change your opinion and I don't care, I am here to digest some crap and just go ahead and insult me if you feel like it, I can't win, you can't win.
Anyways, Pink Floyd is regarded as THE rock band, the ones who pushed the genre to the skies and across the universe. The people who make these claims, by complete coincidence, also have never heard The Beatles, The Stooges, The Velvet Underground, Camel, Yes, or any other rock band for that matter. Also, by God's will, they are mostly underage and mediocre, yet they dress like hipsters. And I have no problems against someone who likes Pink Floyd, but every fan that I've met is only good for spamming every single top rock album vote with Pink Floyd entries and showing the genius.com's server bill up the asshole with stupid stuff like this:
Anyways, Pink Floyd is regarded as THE rock band, the ones who pushed the genre to the skies and across the universe. The people who make these claims, by complete coincidence, also have never heard The Beatles, The Stooges, The Velvet Underground, Camel, Yes, or any other rock band for that matter. Also, by God's will, they are mostly underage and mediocre, yet they dress like hipsters. And I have no problems against someone who likes Pink Floyd, but every fan that I've met is only good for spamming every single top rock album vote with Pink Floyd entries and showing the genius.com's server bill up the asshole with stupid stuff like this:
What a complete fucking tool.
Luckily, this album has only five songs. Unluckily, two of them are longer than 10 minutes each.
I'll start with the worst, it is definitely "Welcome to the machine". The lyrics are a fancy way of saying "d govermeant is corupt, fug XDDD". The entire song has a psychedelic piano in the background, which is just not done right and tedious. I swear, the fucking vocalist is about to cum. He is so aroused by the thought that he is in a machine that his dick is spitting his future children on top of it. Back to the lyrics, which are unarguably the worst part, fans are trying to gauge one another's eyes out about what it means and can only settle for the fact that it's "open to interpretation" (unfinished). It also has the line "I can play guitar, suck my dick, I'll drive hot wheels faggot.", pronounced differently, but meaning the same.
"Have a cigar" is a mighty second, which is the band's expression of next level narcissism. They are so fucking full of themselves that they had the courtesy to write a song about how they haven't sold out. The way the lyrics are sung and when they are being sung has no reason, the first line is the worst, it just says "Come here boy, have a cigar, you're gonna go far" in the most random rhythm. Oh, but it has a synthesizer occasionally playing chords in the background, so it's deep.
"Shine on you crazy diamond" is over 26 minutes, so it is automatically deep. No arguments. Yea, another song that fails miserably at having progression or a route and becomes just random mediocre solo showdown without having the relaxing effects of regular jazz music. Turn it off, throw the CD out of the window and pop in fucking Lady Fantasy, you'll see the difference right away. This one is split into "parts", about 13 of them, I don't know, and it counts for two songs on a regular CD, giving it even more deep meaning.
"Wish you were here" is the best song on the album. Why? Because it's what Pink Floyd is, another disposable rock band with just one classic song and a discography of shit. It's main saver is that it didn't try to create some super depth like the other piles of garbage, it's an acoustic guitar with four chords repeating and a simple solo, and that is all a band like this needs to be. Just like Spin Doctors' Two Princes, it's simple, but very enjoyable. Not as good, though.
The main reason I hate this album is that it's so damn mediocre I barely have any legitimate arguments against it. It's like trying to argue against a fucking Ed Sheran song, you can't disprove anything, it's a disposable pile of crap, with an extra bonus of being guarded by tens of thousands of completely musically uneducated fanretards. Fuck your pseudo-progressive bullshit.
The unholy magic of Black Flag's first full LP, Damaged.
I had a dream last night that a friend came to my place and showed me riffs from this awesome album, so I'd thought I revisit my opinion on this.
So, if you don't know what a black flag is, it is a hardcore punk band that wages a war against every single song writing technique used by mankind. The rhythm is raging and fucked up, the solos are a mess, and if anybody got a hold of these notes while classical music was at its peak and read them, they would have assumed that it was the actual birth of Satan. It's fucking awesome.
While some riffs sound like ear torture, they hide a deeper meaning, a guilty pleasure, the feeling you get when you finally take a shit after holding it for five hours. And if you think that that's bad comparison, go listen to it. What you'll hear is a devirginized Marry taking it up the ass.
This album surprises with it's dynamic style, with a band exploring such off-the-radar approaches, you'd expect it would be power chords up your crack, a vocalist alternating between orgasms and self mutilation, a (bassist), and a drummer hitting the cymbals harder during the chorus, but no, it goes above and beyond. It touches a wide emotional spectrum, this album isn't the same song with different chords. I mean, on a piece of paper it's just frustrated punk songs, a degraded version of whoever the fuck, but these songs stand out a lot. It is just proof of the artistic vision that is Black Flag.
It also doesn't give it that stupid mediocre thrash metal thing where it loses its energy about halfway through because the guitarist is on too much speed to realize that an hour long album doesn't need 9 songs with a galloping rhythm. You'll feel the energy every second. If you go by the book and listen to acclaimed, or recommended albums, whatever, you'll find this typical, but the more you hear, you'll know that this is an anomaly.
That's my two cents on this album, fuck Pink Floyd retards who insult it for it's "depth", fuck butthurt critics who insult the melodies and fuck whoever denies the force of this unforgiving masterpiece.
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