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This would have been an awesome album if not for James Hetfield’s awful backing vocals.
Lou Reed is infallible. Fuck the hate.
Surprisingly not terrible.
Overproduced, underwritten garbage.
Who gives a fuck?
Great song . . . for me to poop on.
No it goddamn wouldn’t. Alien Lanes is perfect. This is dogshit.
Yeah, it’s worse.
Who gives a fuck.
Joanna Newsom may be independent, but rock she does not.
Feel you? No. Fuck you.
Strongly agree, Knut. Jobs was a liver-stealing, worker-abusing, consumer-fucking, puritanical tyrant who made Ebenezer Scrooge look like Bill Gates. Rot in piss.
His assholery hardly ended there. For one thing, he stole a liver:
I’m sure everything sounds like ass to you because you’re literally an asshole. Also b/c the performance was shot with a fucking Flip or something like it.
Saw her play recently. Brilliant performer. And so goddamn hot.
To be fair, Bardot couldn’t carry a tune, either.
And they say metal isn’t music.
Milady needs a razor.
Nonsense. Solid rendition. And it’s not like you’re ever gonna see Ian, Guy, Joe, and Brendan play it again.
I wish some poor sick kid would Make a Wish that Fugazi would get back together already.