Our music cannot be defined in the bite size, television friendly, soundbites that the media want, so that they can pigeon-hole us to the masses, dismiss us in a syllable, take our musical and social endeavours and justify it in four letters. Our music is more than black and white or typeface on your screen or page.
Our music is the open-sewer and foul smelling, shit-stained public lavatory.
Our music is the hardened pulmonary artery, constricted and tormenting bronchopneumonia and invaded anus of the clinically obese, sexually frustrated, mentally retarded, socially inadequate, emotionally deficient, greedy, monarchs, politicians, clerics and businessmen and women who perpetuate the status quo.
Our music is the ruptured haemorrhage of a subarachnoid berry aneurysm, of a generation. Our music is for the male and the female, the gay and the straight, the young and the old, the abused and the confused, of all races, creeds, nationalities and religions who want to hear a voice that just doesnt give a fuck... Our music is UK Vomit! |
Should be a good one. Straka
