Where they from?
Boston, Massivehugetits. The Jets played on Thursday this past week so they got their loss out of the way early so I could just relax on Sunday. I still found a way to lose $30 on a parlay because a 41-year-old Joe Flacco didn’t run for a single yard, but hey you know ya win some ya….yeah I never win anything.
Why the hype?
HYPER BLASTING PITCH SHIFTED GUTTURAL RAGING MINCE CORE! (Sorry, accidentally typed my latest grocery list). Yeah, mince is still a thing for those who refuse to bath regularly and still has its devotees spread out across the world like dandruff flakes on a crusty armpit. Production-wise, Rotbus are actually fairly digestible for mince standards (bass drum kick packs quite a wallop) but the dirty, filthy nastiness is still ever-present. The guitars are crusty swarms of Excruciating Terror and the vocals sound like a reverse colonoscopy, whatever the fuck that means.
Latest release?
Flayed and Ready, out now on No Time Records. I played this record for my Dad yesterday and he said “I don’t get it.” What is there not to get, old man? So I crowdkilled him into the leather sofa and spilled our Skinny Pop everywhere. It was such a mess, I had to vacuum it up for hours as I watched old man Flacco fuck me out of $30. JUST RUN FOR A YARD, YOU ASSHOLE!
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