mr negative review is back and he's pissed!

triumph---the non-thinking man's rush. light shows for burnouts and canoodling canucks. a power trio with no power and that 1981 helium voice. your uncle probably has it on 8 track--ask him about when they opened for molly hatchet. if the old geez can remember that far back. the musical equivalent of your freshman year.

depeche mode---uber sissies who mixed simon with speak and spell before discovering guy liner and black dye. boohoo clove smoking jams for beret wearers. music that drags you down with it to a world of sweaty leather and poofery. burn your self w/cigarettes electro mixed with obligatory "cutting" edge dance/art/poo. dudes only like this stuff to get laid unless they hate themselves. personal buttplugs.
people are people but douches are douches, sissypants.

toby keith--flagburningwafflehousefordtruckearfuck perpetrated by a fake country dickslap.

any way you look at him your intelligence is insulted. makes 'full house' seem like shakespeare. i don't know how anybody could be this dumb and it makes me sad. everything that is wrong about the 'country" star making machine. i don't know who this music is for and i never want to. run away before they lynch you.

danzig---mogul midget who rules the dark side of beavis with an iron fist. the music sounds like a pool no one has cleaned in a year--all green/black sludge w/ mosquitos in it. he wants to be scary and is about as successful as "new coke" was. to the mainstream he's a one hit wonder (mother). to the northside kings he's a one punch wonder. to me he's macaroni w/ too much cheese. dirty whack bummer.

sloppy seconds--slobby seconds. the pawn shop surfer guy teams up with the guys who would tell on you for smoking pot. so ugly and old they almost make the dockers pretty. somehow they dumb up the ramones which is equivalent to making the cubs choke more. psychotronic toy collector rock for people who jerk off to the bugaloos and electra woman and dyna-girl.
kids like it, but kids are dumb.

green day--chip toothed booger eaters bring formula pop punk to the masses. catchy jerk off ditties about how hard being 19 is by 40 year old dudes. anything past dookie is exactly that. i blame them for making mall punk ok. and that's all they will ever be, just ok. OXYCUTE 'EM.

ted nugent--everytime he opens his mouth a turd falls out. america's great white hunter has been getting over on 2 songs from 1976 and a loin cloth. hairy and scary jerk even teamed up with styxranger for dam yankees--unforgivable by itself. tag him and stuff him for the hall of shame.guess where he's from? more monkey turds from shitsville.