Andrea from Alabama* writes :::
Music - or lack thereof
I just want to let you know that I unfortunately happened upon one of your..."musical" videos on the internet and I don't think I have ever heard such a fucked up, garbled mess of shit. Your "band" is the musical equivalent of someone jabbing sharp rocks into my ears. It's like a vomit enema. You're Canadian, right? That explains it. I didn't even know that people like you existed until a few minutes ago, and what has been seen cannot be unseen. The horrors that lie within this atrocious webpage have scarred me for life, and I can honestly say that the three minutes I spent watching your video were the most regretable of my life. WHAT THE FUCK is wrong with your singer? Does she have epilepsy? Last time I checked, shoving the microphone in your mouth and purposely gagging into it isn't singing, you washed up bunch of fucking basement geeks. Do you even know what you stand for? Because wearing black and white checkered framed glasses and performing fellatio on a microphone are not typically associated with socially functional human beings. I pray that laryngitis finds you all. Forever. Please don't ever have children. Please. If I had to choose one way of describing your "music", it would be by sending an actual piece of shit as an email attachment. Good day to you, sir.
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AIDS Wolf: The Feel-Bad Band for Desolate Times
AIDS Wolf embraces the hate. If they can't draw you in, they will make you run away cursing and bitching. Their songs speak to the terminally alienated, the relentlessly negative, the inherently repugnant.
The Montréal four-piece (two guitars, drums and insane warbling) formed in early 2003, to the protestations of most of humanity. Since the beginning, they've sought to live the life: to practice complete aesthetic immersion, create music in some form every day, and live healthfully to facilitate their creative endeavors, no vacations allowed. AW greets our modern gloom with heady zeal.
--Vikki Warner
Contact us at aidswolf at aidswolf dot net.
A.Wolf
PO Box 226, Station B
Montréal, Qc
H3B 3J7
Canada
Touching from far
AIDS Wolf: The Feel-Bad Band for Desolate Times
AIDS Wolf embraces the hate. If they can't draw you in, they will make you run away cursing and bitching. Their songs speak to the terminally alienated, the relentlessly negative, the inherently repugnant.
The Montréal four-piece (two guitars, drums and insane warbling) formed in early 2003, to the protestations of most of humanity. Since the beginning, they've sought to live the life: to practice complete aesthetic immersion, create music in some form every day, and live healthfully to facilitate their creative endeavors, no vacations allowed. AW greets our modern gloom with heady zeal.
--Vikki Warner
Contact us at aidswolf at aidswolf dot net.
A.Wolf
PO Box 226, Station B
Montréal, Qc
H3B 3J7
Canada
12 comments:
WOW. Amazing! I wish I had written this review. If I was not already familiar with AIDS Wolf I would run out to find a copy of your record immediately upon reading this. Congratulations!
This should be your new official bio in the press kit.
I'm guessing she won't be making the drive to Arkansas on St. Patrick's Day.
<3
I love the part about the email attachment. Kids are cyborgs.
Is it weird that her thoughts pretty much mirror my own in every way other that in my case, her arguments only go to support my appreciation of your band and my deepest and most sincere wish to empregnate all of you?
funnee.
I can understand thinking quietly about it to yourself, but having the need to send a poorly thought out email to the band actually shows how ignorant someone can be...
What Mr. Lockwood said!
this is great! i cant figure out if shes a fan or not? looks like yall need to hit up alabama. chloe is down syndrome right?
Order is never observed; it is disorder that attracts attention because it is awkward and intrusive.
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wow! Alabamians! we're not all that way, but you can see why i moved to the Bay Area. schuz!
sean
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