Stoner-screamo-hardcore-rock n fucking roll...
I’ve been on the bench for a while.
I’ve been watching.
Trying to figure out the best time to squeeze some French/Norwegian stoner-screamo-hardcore into Spatziba.
Of course, it has to be the night to the 1 of May when the Scandinavian’s lit stuff on fire and drink themselves to the extreme outskirts of reality. Brawls, knife fights, gangbangs, NIHILISM - Yes goddamn, goddamn yes! My friends, I give you Hombre Malo from Oslo - when fuel-injected foie gras meets waffles on steroids. A perfect combo? Yes, of course. As long as my main man Tom de Tom aka. Tom Gonorrhea from Homoville, beats his bass as if it were his dick and the guitarists name is Boris, it’s a success. So, when all Majors stop wanking of the new wave euro-disco RnB artists – eat it Guetta you son of a bitch – and starts looking for some groove, go to Oslo and get stunned!
This song is goddamn amazing. However, having a French touch to the song of course means a long artistic intro. If you’re a speed freak and don’t have time for a minute of reflection, forward to 1:05 and darkness will embrace you as the friend he is!