I fucking love crew-core. Shit's so amazing. All these balding wiggers in basketball jerseys and gym shorts charging towards the camera like they want to obliterate you a new fucking asshole. Even if you know, they're from the soft suburbs of NorCal and/or Florida. Victory records will still sign you and you can mug other opening bands for their equipment and shit. Face it, crew hardcore and thug metal is here to stay and it's exactly what white suburban neanderthals are willing to engage in just to experience some self validation of toughness in a modern culture where niggers rule the entertainment industry and violence is the new black. Step down your gangster thrones and make way for FSU. Kill your local drug dealers. Yeah. All that awesome shit broski's. Good CD though. Feel the fucking love.
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