First when I saw the album artwork, that gently features the blurry black and white picture (apparently it efficiently hides the blemishes in your complexion) of an obnoxious cranky, trashy bitch with possible sadomasochistic tendencies, I first thought it was a plain joke. You know, a bet a group of bumply-faced salad dodgers made on a Saturday evening. Nonetheless, after further investigation I discovered that it wasn't, but decided not to judge a book by its cover and therefore give it a try, only for the sake of having a valid opinion when I'll be trolling them in their official forum or so.
However, when I got back home I just forgot about this ephemeral idea and got back to my daily routine (aka lazily watching the corporate bullshit video-oriented social networking websites proudly display). That's when I somehow ended up watching their ''Freaxxx'' video and genuinely considered canceling both my internet access and cable subscription.
That leads me to ask myself what kind of semblance of wit or personality their fans can have and by what sort of puzzling miracle fellow human beings could possibly stand this type of audial holocaust. I have finally come to a consensus about it, and hereby decree that the individuals who have the ability to more or less accomplish this task are the ones that most certainly lack independent thoughts in that vacuous skull of theirs.
Furthermore, finding solace in Brokencyde’s brash sanctimonious smuggery implies frowing upon linguistic formalities such as proper spelling and compensate their lack of grey matter by taking everything MTV says to gospel. In order to comprehend the nature of someone’s interest in the band I decided to decrypt some of their notoriously clever lyrics.
Here is the chorus to their hit ‘’Schizophrenia!!!’’ – because having irreparable mental disorders is so trendy nowadays. Besides, they most likely have no idea what schizophrenia is all about, biological wise, according to the dubious knowledge they should consider imparting us from.
‘’One! two! We're coming for you. (A bowl full of pubes could come up with something more creative)
Three! four! Lock your door. (How to elevate bullshit to an artform 101)
Five! six! Suck on my dick. (Hey buddies, how about compromising any form of logic in our texts for the sake of making rhymes?)
Brokencyde Will never die! (If I were you I’d take that back)’’
When I see these guys and how they contribute to make prepubescent girls who wallow in self-pity drift aimlessly in the void of their musical awareness, I know immediately that our perception of beauty is completely opposite, and that theirs equals to visual pollution. At least the atrocious abomination pushed upon their face can serve as quality faggot barometer.
However, when I got back home I just forgot about this ephemeral idea and got back to my daily routine (aka lazily watching the corporate bullshit video-oriented social networking websites proudly display). That's when I somehow ended up watching their ''Freaxxx'' video and genuinely considered canceling both my internet access and cable subscription.
That leads me to ask myself what kind of semblance of wit or personality their fans can have and by what sort of puzzling miracle fellow human beings could possibly stand this type of audial holocaust. I have finally come to a consensus about it, and hereby decree that the individuals who have the ability to more or less accomplish this task are the ones that most certainly lack independent thoughts in that vacuous skull of theirs.
Furthermore, finding solace in Brokencyde’s brash sanctimonious smuggery implies frowing upon linguistic formalities such as proper spelling and compensate their lack of grey matter by taking everything MTV says to gospel. In order to comprehend the nature of someone’s interest in the band I decided to decrypt some of their notoriously clever lyrics.
Here is the chorus to their hit ‘’Schizophrenia!!!’’ – because having irreparable mental disorders is so trendy nowadays. Besides, they most likely have no idea what schizophrenia is all about, biological wise, according to the dubious knowledge they should consider imparting us from.
‘’One! two! We're coming for you. (A bowl full of pubes could come up with something more creative)
Three! four! Lock your door. (How to elevate bullshit to an artform 101)
Five! six! Suck on my dick. (Hey buddies, how about compromising any form of logic in our texts for the sake of making rhymes?)
Brokencyde Will never die! (If I were you I’d take that back)’’
When I see these guys and how they contribute to make prepubescent girls who wallow in self-pity drift aimlessly in the void of their musical awareness, I know immediately that our perception of beauty is completely opposite, and that theirs equals to visual pollution. At least the atrocious abomination pushed upon their face can serve as quality faggot barometer.
