RE: EIGHTEEN WHEELERS OF FORTUNE: LET'S PLAY BMFCT
07-23-2015, 06:47 AM
THE VERDICT That riff is absolutely unreal! What started out as a pretty solid melody is tossed about the effects pedals and miles of vacuum tubing, a stray delay pedal among the rigging warping it into a noise simultaneously from beyond the stars and the depths of Boiling Mayo Crab Hell.
It's still seriously fuckin' loud, but it somehow crosses the threshold from offensive semi-music to pure sound.
The offending delay pedal fuckin' explodes into shrapnel, startling Scab out of his groove. If for some godforsaken fuckin' reason you want to make that sound again, you're going to need to replace that motherfuckin' delay pedal.
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clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow