Every time I listen to an album like this i feel
the need to smoke a joint and completely pass out into a perpetual coma, which is
hilarious considering i don't smoke weed at all. It helps to lessen the dosage
of sleeping medication I need at nights. Best of all, it regulates my menstrual
cycle so i'm not emotionally erratic all the time. I think this band is out of
Ottawa or something. How you even pronounce these fucking town names in Canada
is bewildering to me. It sounds like an extinct animal... And i bet the animals
went extinct listening to buried inside because those were formerly the only
active population in eastern and northern Ontario. I bet the provincial capital
"Ottawa" was named after a bunch of extinct animals with
resemblance of moose hahaha. I bet the band used reindeers for
transportation when going on tour to the seven other shit snow-stormy towns
before getting buried inside of the snow. Yeah, i suppose that's where they got
their name from too. Getting buried inside everywhere you play shows at. All
hail the true north strong and free. Can these Canuck fucks
get anymore unoriginal? Might as well be animals themselves.
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