It makes the vice record reviews seem positively lucid, doesn't it? Picked at random from a google search for "vice music review": Holy shit, dude. Sometimes y

It makes the vice record reviews seem positively lucid, doesn't it? Picked at random from a google search for "vice music review": Holy shit, dude. Sometimes you just want to punch God in the face. Every time these fucking krauts spew out another aural queef nugget I try to give it a chance, but the second I hear the singer’s thin monotone melodies backed up by lifeless, pointless beats, I remember how few shits anyone would give if these dickweeds were from Chicago. Yeah, yeah, Neon Golden. Sure. I’d sooner give Udo Kier a standing 69 under the Brandenburg Gate than hear this album again. Actually, that sounds fucking awesome, that guy’s a babe.