Not Metal

What? No battleaxes? No orc skull?

I suppose I’d do it to if the offer was right.

You can give them all the shit in the world for getting their own shoe. You can call them posers, sellouts, whatever. The fact of the matter is: “If you were in a band and had a chance to be immortalized in shoe form, would you do it?” 3 Inches of Blood has done just that.

I think I would honestly. Even though yeah, this is supremely dumb and trendy and not worth the time to even think of seeking out a pair of these hipster-tops. Apparently though, as one commenter on the original post has stated, the Melvins did something similar back in the day. Which I find suspect/don’t want to believe/will live in denial about until the day I die.

Really?

Yaaaay, no college for you!

Are we all jealous, or do we just think this kid is a total fucking idiot?

“Chance in a lifetime” my ass. Anyone who shells out
20k to do the smorgasbord of extravagant rock star activities on Freeses’ limited edition version is a missing a few brain cells. I have nothing against Freese or the other stars Thomas Mrzyglocki had the fortune to meet, (literally a fortune to some people) but this really is mind boggling. Who really thought someone would pay the above price for one of the packages listed on Freeses’ site a few weeks ago?

Check out the full story here.

Scheißen Sie oh!

Sprechen ze fail?

I wish I never saw this on youtube…

Whatever dickhead came up with the combination of screamo and crunk needs a good kick in the gooch. Here we have two genres intertwining to produce some of the most annoyingly worst sounds on the planet. There is no redeeming value to this. Metalheads can make all the claims they want about how they hate certain genre tags or labels. This is something worse than corporate Nashville. This is something worse than Paris Hiltons’ acting career. This is worse than screamo, emo, and hardcore-chest-pump-jock-rock. This is Brokencyde.

If there is one genre that will get you to question your existence on this planet, these guys would be the poster boys of it. The screamo parts don’t bother me. It’s the hardcore rap tag that these shit-stains have applied to themselves.

1. Pink shirt with “Bitches get stiches” written on it. Check.
2. Flock Of Seagulls haircuts. Check.
3. Random screaming. Check.
4. Autotune. Check.

Nothing about killing cops? Reppin’ your street cred? Rollin’ blunts? No gat?
No, but there is some random “tr00-emo” part around 1:56 through that will make you feel embarrassed for them. So they’ve got that going for them.