psychedelic horseshit

this line represents Ohio's Psychedelic Horseshit. is it good? is it bad? is it actually 2 lines? what is a line? am I gay? how can I hope to have a stable family that appreciate me individually but equally? all valid questions.

the band are from the super-relevant genre of Shitgaze. so um um sire? wot da fuk does that mean?

-- i guess it means MBV played shit? guuhhihhhrr!!

not so much. instead, imagine the music industry. and then imagine the frustration of how shit (on the whole, if youre honest) it is, on a global fucking scale. its the frustration that music like Psychedelic Horseshit (it's a chore to write that out) are born from. and praise Allah they exist, because with any luck the impressive sarcasm of Matt Whitehurst's lyrics (the kind that make you feel like every decision made in your life is a naive dirty joke), as well as the band's overall cluttered, hurtful sound, will make people question what the fuck theyre listening to on a night out, or on their 1/2-volume iPod Shuffles.

songs like 'Rather Dull' speak a rare, square bitterness at pretty much all subcultures, (other than their popular satirical/not satirical targeting of New Age Hippies). because of the absolute horror of the sound of Psychedelic Horseshit, things become so mangled that the listener can make their own interpretations, musically and lyrically ('rather dull' becomes 'radical' por ejemplo). but, despite the crap-sliding-off-a-tin-roof sound of PsyHoSh, (and like you were expecting much after all this justification) they make sick choons, genuinely catchy (I had 'Mouth Disciples' lodged in my brain for 427890 hours) pop songs, albeit played by 3 ravaged foxes. they really are well worth a listen if you wondered what an undead version of a parallel universe Strokes would sound like if they cunted their amps and worked in telesales.

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THA DARRKK MUTHER FUCKINN KNIGHT!!!!!1111oneoneone

crayze times. this fucking fool wearing the batsuit backwards is my dead nan's racist cat. he's a wanker, but at LEAST he got well into the latest Batman Bonanza -- Los Darkos Knightos, which is criminally boom ting. search anywhere on google's face and you'll find reams of praise for Ledger's power performance of complete 100% joker doom. it's enough to start a trend of murky Old Greg seaweed hair, chelsea smiles and Afleck's Palace cheapazoid purple suits covered in Joker cum.

really the only prob with the film is that in comparison to Ledger's sheer delicious bastardness, everyone ends up looking a bit... sane? with 2-face being impressively shitly played by ""aaron eckhart"", whoever the FUCK that is, who's acting is limited to 2 facial expressions (...figures). Bale's batman is noteable for its sheer bruteness (throwing some G off a roof so it shatters his

legs was a bit ow), and his pimpy, crow's-feeted

Bruce Wayne does the job, but NOTHING in the film can or could match the sheer reality and relevance of the Joker.

you watch Ledger's Joker as one of his cronies, nodding along and laughing at any cool-sick joke he mutters, completely fucking convinced. in fact (although i do generally relate more to villains than heroes, as everyone that's cool does) he almost makes terrorism seem like a good idea. the anarchy of the Joker in TDK is very very fucking punk thank you very much, utterly violent (probably the most arousingly vicious 12A i've ever seen), yet he still manages to play Jester also, carrying the bulk of the laughs throughout the entire film. see it, it's sick. [4*'s] & in short, dont mix drink and pills if you're this talented.

zm

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