Cancer Bats – Dead Set on Living
This is an absolutely insurmountably heap of useless shit, and I don’t know where to begin. So in place of a review, I thought I’d name 10 things I would rather do than ever listen to this album again.
- Eat a gallon of unsweetened yoghurt using nettles as a spoon
- Fuck a tramp without a condom
- Read Shades of Grey
- Drink a bottle of vodka with my eyes and a pipette
- Go babysitting with the singer of Blood for Blood
- Dislocate all my joints and pretend I’m Mr Tickle/Stretch Arm Strong
- Get a job as Fred Phelps’ speech writer (I actually would quite like this job)
- Have a tabasco colonic
- Suicide by papercuts
- Listen to Your Demise