here is my totally gay review for this totally kick ass album (IMO) from back on March 20th.
i got 11 CD's in the mail today, 10 from century media and an 11th from a friend back home. the 11th was Ur Jordens Djup, and the other CD's haven't gotten a single spin in any of my players. i cranked this in the suburban, in my discman and on the computer all day.
IMO, the album is well worth the wait. and i don't want to sound gay, but...
the vocals are thuper theckthee, leaving me on my hands and knees, bound, but not gagged, the zipper on the mouth of my leather gimp suit unzipped, ready to sing along, if permitted.
the bass is well lubed, yet still i moan and bite my bottom lip until i bleed, as it pounds me deep in my ass, well into the night.
the guitars get RIGHTINMYFACE and gyrate, totally mesmerizing. i wake up in a tub of pink ice, not knowing where i am, my liver cut from my body and sold on the black market.
the keyboards are not autoerotically stimulating. they do not strangle me while i jerk off, but they are so well intergrated to each song that they make my nipples so hard, shattering clamp after clamp.
the drums truly dominate me in a bestial way, the double bass hitting faster at times than any fast-pitch softball machine can throw grapefruits at my ass.
overall, the album riddles the corpses of gay reviewers with blended metal bullet after bullet, long after having cut the hearts out for feasting purposes!!!
1,494,944 out of 1.5 million.
i got 11 CD's in the mail today, 10 from century media and an 11th from a friend back home. the 11th was Ur Jordens Djup, and the other CD's haven't gotten a single spin in any of my players. i cranked this in the suburban, in my discman and on the computer all day.
IMO, the album is well worth the wait. and i don't want to sound gay, but...
the vocals are thuper theckthee, leaving me on my hands and knees, bound, but not gagged, the zipper on the mouth of my leather gimp suit unzipped, ready to sing along, if permitted.
the bass is well lubed, yet still i moan and bite my bottom lip until i bleed, as it pounds me deep in my ass, well into the night.
the guitars get RIGHTINMYFACE and gyrate, totally mesmerizing. i wake up in a tub of pink ice, not knowing where i am, my liver cut from my body and sold on the black market.
the keyboards are not autoerotically stimulating. they do not strangle me while i jerk off, but they are so well intergrated to each song that they make my nipples so hard, shattering clamp after clamp.
the drums truly dominate me in a bestial way, the double bass hitting faster at times than any fast-pitch softball machine can throw grapefruits at my ass.
overall, the album riddles the corpses of gay reviewers with blended metal bullet after bullet, long after having cut the hearts out for feasting purposes!!!
1,494,944 out of 1.5 million.
