Sir Wanksalot wrote:
Grindcore reminds me of that knucklehead that is always at a party, the one with the shaved head and goatee beard, rail thin and with the world's angriest facial expression. He turns up because he either lives on that street or was informed by a friend of a friend. He's only there to steal beer and/or pick a fight with someone's girlfriend. A few weeks later the house with the party has been burglarised and sure enough, grindcore fan has been arrested. He then goes to court but is let off because his defence of "I fuckin' didn't fuckin' do nuthin' ya fuckin' fuck" is accepted by the crooked judge. That same day he celebrates by getting another tattoo on his neck, and afterwards goes to his mother's place to steal some cash and punch another hole in her wall. After an busy day bumming smokes off people, grindcore fan steals a bottle of turpentine from the local hardware store and drinks it until he shits his pants and passes out in a McDonald's carpark.
Holy shit! I hope nobody actually tried to READ through that, because this fellow here did his best to make so dense that it was entirely fucking unreadable, and managed to completely fail at poking fun at a genre that, most of the time, doesn't take it's own goddamned self seriously.
He tried to mock a genre that could be characterized as a PARODY, and failed.
Congratulations! You win this year's Darwin in the new, made-up category of 'Utter, Utter Failure.'
There was a presentation ceremony, but you missed it because you were too busy banging your head into the wall and drooling.
