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Slipknot : Left Behind
like Nirvana if they'd carried on performing after Kurt blew his brains out.
We send the Yanks our endless legions of sensitive songsmiths with their oh so clever wordplay. They feed us back a bunch of mono-dimensional and ugly-as-shit grunting Neanderthal fuck-mutts in B-movie horror masks and prison dungarees who live by the slogan "HUMANS=SCUM". They win!
are as angry as a goose with a pepper up its ass and as alienated as an alien working in a sneaker factory in some Third World shithole for $1 a month plus all the rat pie and mouldy rice it can scoff in the 15-second lunch break. YUMMO! And, if that wasn't enough, they're also as dumb as a rat's cock.
Come on, get real. The likes of The Strokes are OK, but let's face facts - Slipknot
kill, eat and shit out their cute retro-remains before breakfast. They are the perfect American rock band. They're like Nirvana if they'd carried on performing after Kurt blew his brains out. Uh, hang on, did they really just sing "Your thalidomide robot face"? That's not very nice, is it?
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