How the fukk you gonna tell me that you see a tape with this sticker on the spine and no j-card or painstakingly hand made insert and you don't want to listen to it? That you don't want to know what magic is trapped inside that magnetic tape just waiting to break free into your earholes? You're not going to tell me that...are you? If you are, then ask yourself: "How can I even look at myself?" Answer in the comments...I mean, if you truly have no shame. Also, the person who anchors a tape with CAPITALIST CASUALTIES and MINISTRY? That person wins...even if the misplaced apostrophe drives me fukkn crazy.
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WARNING:
A lot of the second half sounds kinds muddy and shitty.
A lot of the second half sounds kinds muddy and shitty.
Not my fault.
Also probably an accurate representation of '90s hardcore.
Also RIP Mike and Shawn...
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