Metal Reviews

what? oh also still annoyed I have no beer, and still in tremendous pain after a game of backyard cricket (modified to use a blind cricket ball for me) went horribly, horribly wrong, think three of my fingers may be broken and any future plans involving children for me are off the cards for sure, yeah not fun, still hurts like a bitch now so imagine how bad it was earlier and cringe

Seriously.

In the oblivious abyss of the soul I sought the castigation of the trees into the belief of nothingness and a void of mournful moons. A strength bounded by a love so distance the wolfs breathe the essence of eternity in the vast ocean of being yet to be devoured by the ghastly horizon of the bleak.

o rly.

Yes

those would (and probably are) make for some pretty fucking epic doom lyrics Define

pretty sure I have two broken fingers as a result of the aforementioned backyard cricket game, not fun

DI, did you get that 40 watt sun cd yet? And if so how did you like it? Of all the people here I think you would most likely appreciate the emotions conveyed on that album.

Good God, man! That's rough! Cheers for the compliment. I have severe mood swings since I have broken up with my lady friend. It's absurd... I feel like a fucking women on her menopause.

Thanks for remembering I actually took back that album for a refund not because it wasn't good but because I had prioritized other purchases for music. The one track I heard (the first track on the album) grew on me tremendously. It's excellently packed with emotion and despair.

Probably the deepest insight on this whole thread.

What's so funny?

How my innermost thoughts from the blackened abyss of my dreary inner self pour from my bosom like one thousand looming black tendrils that block out the unwelcoming sky. How I retreat to my lair and play awful funeral doom, and ponder why life is so cruel to me and has so forsaken me to this mortal oblivion. WOE IS ME, LIFE IS PAIN!

An intelligent man being an emo is fun, sorry Nima. Grab your testicles, drink some booze and fuck a prostitute, you'll feel better.

A greasy Mexican prostitute with a hairy concha, a unibrow, and aids from Alexander.

Woe is not my life... Actually. I just happened to find comfort in melancholy and poetry. If you were to meet me one day (which I hope will never happen) you will figure out that I am a very joyous person. Me listening to Funeral doom is not a matter of being sad or my life going down the drain at all. I just love music of despair and severe emotion. The heights of emotion.

EDIT: Also, if a sad face of pure expressionism resembles a strong sense of "emo," then I pity the sense of your looking glass of perceiving the world. Emotions come and go. Having the rationality and the maturity for acceptance is something that sometimes this site severely lacks, unfortunately.

I am joyous when the minuscule glint of sunlight pours through the dreary overcast that hangs perilously above my sullen brow. As I prepare for the inevitable bowel movements I subject myself to by listening to the gall and bitter muck that is 40 watt sun, I lament the day of my birth by spending more of my mortal earnings on albums that all sound the same.

9/10

You're absurd!