any deathcore fans?

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lol honestly deathcore doesnt even really sound like music its just a bunch of random s**t thrown together

i dont think i ever heard a single riff in any deathcore song thats made me bang my head n im obsessed with chug riffs

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Back In Gehenna

i'm over here like http://vocaroo.com/i/s1yZ45WKi5Uw










over there like http://vocaroo.com/i/s0QgZLxBL7pr

where is the sweeping and arpeggios and sweeping arpeggios and diminished sweeping arpeggio scales

[all the vvay turnt up]

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Back In Gehenna

i'm over here like http://vocaroo.com/i/s1yZ45WKi5Uw










over there like http://vocaroo.com/i/s0QgZLxBL7pr

where is the sweeping and arpeggios and sweeping arpeggios and diminished sweeping arpeggio scales

vorpals a beast for being able to play that idek what a scale is or what that s**t he was playing but it sounded badass

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Black Salvation

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Back In Gehenna

i'm over here like http://vocaroo.com/i/s1yZ45WKi5Uw










over there like http://vocaroo.com/i/s0QgZLxBL7pr

where is the sweeping and arpeggios and sweeping arpeggios and diminished sweeping arpeggio scales

vorpals a beast for being able to play that idek what a scale is or what that s**t he was playing but it sounded badass

is that vorpal? i thought visions of la was vorpal because that was the type of avatar he'd make

who is visions of la

[all the vvay turnt up]

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Black Salvation

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Back In Gehenna

i'm over here like http://vocaroo.com/i/s1yZ45WKi5Uw










over there like http://vocaroo.com/i/s0QgZLxBL7pr

where is the sweeping and arpeggios and sweeping arpeggios and diminished sweeping arpeggio scales

vorpals a beast for being able to play that idek what a scale is or what that s**t he was playing but it sounded badass

is that vorpal? i thought visions of la was vorpal because that was the type of avatar he'd make

who is visions of la

voltorb

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Black Salvation

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Black Salvation

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Back In Gehenna

i'm over here like http://vocaroo.com/i/s1yZ45WKi5Uw










over there like http://vocaroo.com/i/s0QgZLxBL7pr

where is the sweeping and arpeggios and sweeping arpeggios and diminished sweeping arpeggio scales

vorpals a beast for being able to play that idek what a scale is or what that s**t he was playing but it sounded badass

is that vorpal? i thought visions of la was vorpal because that was the type of avatar he'd make

who is visions of la

voltorb

oh i'm retarded that's what i meant

nevermind

[CircIe of the Tyrants]

Scott would enjoy intentionally bad wanking.

[all the vvay turnt up]

Back In Gehenna

Scott would enjoy intentionally bad wanking.

rings of saturn is my s**t

[Visions_of_La]

Not My Comrad

I finally came to in a dark room that smelled like rotten flesh and vomit. I was afraid to feel around for anything because I didn't want my hands to run into a pile of s**t, or vomit for that matter, but I didn't need to feel to know I was chained to something. A blinding light suddenly filled the room and I began to hear the Russian National Anthem.

"********." I said.

As my eyes adjusted I began to feel annoyed. How could I not see that my neighbor was a KGB agent this entire time? I never gave much thought to the FX original series The Americans, but in hindsight it probably would have helped me avoid this situation. He began to yell at me in Russian. I can't tell you why. Due to Obama's cuts in funding I was never trained to speak Russian and my neighbor knew this. His so called wife came in the room. I knew they weren't really married. Just like in the FX original series The Americans, their marriage was a front to make them look like the normal nuclear family.

"Children out. Fun we have now" she said
"yes comrad" he said
"certainly putin d**k in mou-

I interrupted "I will tell you what you want if you never make that pun again"

I loved puns, and there was no way in hell I was going to just let them take all of the good ones.
I could tell they were displeased because immediately they began to waterboard me with literal s**t while pounding dildos into my a**. I don't remember much during this time, and I'm pretty sure I don't want to. I think I accidentally told them where I stashed all the heroin. It looks like I won't have any drugs to help me get through the aftermath, unfortunately.

I vomited. I definitely remember vomiting.

"be back" the KGB b*****d said to his so called wife

She stared at me and began to stroke her p***y, occasionally glancing at the vomit.

I was pretty sure this had less to do with my investigation into KGB sleeper cells at this point, and more to do with them really needing to spice up their fake relationship. In fact, I'm not sure they even realized I worked for [REDACTED] and at this point I wish I had just accepted going to [REDACTED] so I could take part in blowing s**t up. This is what I get for being lazy I guess.

I saw an opportunity though. I'm not sure why, but I started thinking of McDonald's. Despite the already disgusting circumstances, McDonald's makes me want to throw up on its own. She leaned in to kiss me. I let her do it. I let her start using tongue, and then I just vomited. I vomited like I've never vomited before. I imagine it looked something like when Bon Scott choked on his own vomit. I've always wondered what that looked like. Now I knew. I took the key and unlocked myself.

I made my way to the living room. I really should have noticed when I first hung out with these sick ******** that they had a statue of Stalin in their living room. That should have given it away. I'm sure I would be much better at my job if it wasn't for Obama cutting funding. The KGB man stared at me. Before he could ask how I escaped I told him I killed his b***h and proceeded to recite the Navy Seal pasta. He came at me and I crushed him with the Stalin statue. He was running out of breath. Normally when I defeat an opponent I put them out of their misery in a situation like this. It's actually in our training to do. It's policy. This was personal. I proceeded to waterboard him with my s**t. He told me where to find [REDACTED] and I left him to suffocate under the weight of his hero.

I burned the man's house down after that. I'm not going to say his information was useless, but I'm not going to say he wasn't just spewing bullshit in hopes I would save him. You know what they say: Torture is merely for the satisfaction of the one doing the torturing.
However, my agency went with it and labelled me a hero. That's how we brought Russia to its knees.

[CircIe of the Tyrants]

Dear God, the flashbacks. The horrible flashbacks. The faces. The children writhing in agony. So long ago. So so long ago. We were all younger then. We hadn't yet been forced into the proverbial child combat arena by the proverbial capitol to fight for the proverbial people's amusement, per se.

Anyway, i'm getting off topic here, i'm sorry, the blood running down my fingers makes it hard to type coherently from my Apple™ [WITHHELD] from my [WITHHELD]. If only to be home one more time. To see my wife one more time before that darkness creeps up on me and brings me softly into the night.

It was supposed to be another normal operation. "It'll be easy" they told me. They always say it will be easy, it's so easy from behind their goddamned desks. They will never have to know the horror. Watching women and children get burned away by....I digress, it was supposed to be a standard protocol operation. My retinas. My sanity. They can never be restored.

I work for [WITHHELD] it is a branch of the Government associated with [WITHHELD] and putting subliminal messages for kids to join the army and sell drugs to their inner city friends into prime-time television shows.

Every once in a while something so bad comes along that you must take matters into your own hands. I was never a religious man, but I now believe there is a devil and it's name is FX. And I failed in building it's cage.

I've seen it all. I've fixed it all. You think the Janet Jackson Superbowl fiasco was a scandal? You should have seen the real live feed. Those poor, poor midgets. Those poor innocent llamas.

Some people think my job is easy, but it's easy in the way being a porn star or streetwalking prostitute is easy, it's menial, it's repetitive, but it's degrading, you never feel good about yourself and the drugs are the only reason you stay. The government seriously has the best [WITHHELD], you wouldn't ******** believe it. I once ******** my partner Steve, I thought his tie clip was Karen Gilan's c**t for over an hour.

Anyway, something new came along down the line. Something from FX. It was called FX presents an FX original "You're the Worst".

It started like any other of the hundreds of HBO....wait, this is going to be on basic cable?
"s**t", I thought to myself. Well, we're going to have to censor out a lot of the [WITHHELD]. The next 30 minutes would see my sanity leaving me in a way that is described in Lovecraft novels.

I could deal with the blatant sexuality. I could deal with a program based entirely around two terrible people. But 15 minutes in, I really had to question "what the ******** is this and why the ******** am I wasting my life with it". In those 30 minutes I saw more sexual references than en entire season of Game of Thrones. Someone's genitalia gets spit on, twice, and it's shown. I made it through that. I made it to the part where our hero and heroine have intercourse 4 times in one evening and it's shown.

And then I blacked out.

When I came to there was blood. Blood everywhere. I don't know what I did to the director of my unit, but I found his hands under Steve's desk.

I realized at least a day had gone by. This thing had aired to the public.

I can't describe the horror so I will quote a review I built up the courage to read:

"Gretchen’s meeting with her “friend” is evidence that it is possible to embody the definition of the word douchebag so fully that even the way you have sex is cringe-worthy. She finds herself in his bathtub with a large box of cocaine when her phone rings. It’s Jimmy (of course), whom Edgar has just put in a choke hold in the name of knocking some sense into him. As they both look out onto the L.A. night sky while having foot-fetish-themed phone sex, these two crazy kids decide to give this thing a shot. Just two terrible people, falling in love at light speed. What’s the worst that could happen, right?"

This is a show. This is where art is. This will be my final transmission.

This will be my las-


message terminated here due to blood stains.

[Hizu91]

Just like with any genre, there are a lot of terrible deathcore bands out there that even I can't headbang to. They just sound like noise. There are however a lot of really good ones and I'm finding more all the time.

Without stating obvious ones like Chelsea Grin or Suicide Silence, the last good deathcore band I found was One More Victim.

I never really understood the hate it gets either. m/

[NaggerSabbath]

Hizu91

One More Victim./

Nah, they're a Decapitated clone that uses alternative rock bridges, poorly placed breakdowns and has a peculiar lack of consistent melody. Not Deathcore.

[Hizu91]

NaggerSabbath

Hizu91

One More Victim./

Nah, they're a Decapitated clone that uses alternative rock bridges, poorly placed breakdowns and has a peculiar lack of consistent melody. Not Deathcore.

if that's your opinion then that's your opinion.

[NaggerSabbath]

Hizu91

NaggerSabbath

Hizu91

One More Victim./

Nah, they're a Decapitated clone that uses alternative rock bridges, poorly placed breakdowns and has a peculiar lack of consistent melody. Not Deathcore.

if that's your opinion then that's your opinion.

It's entirely crude that your generation labels anylysis as an opinion, just so they don't have to actually listen and look themselves.

[Hizu91]

NaggerSabbath

Hizu91

NaggerSabbath

Hizu91

One More Victim./

Nah, they're a Decapitated clone that uses alternative rock bridges, poorly placed breakdowns and has a peculiar lack of consistent melody. Not Deathcore.

if that's your opinion then that's your opinion.

It's entirely crude that your generation labels anylysis as an opinion, just so they don't have to actually listen and look themselves.

if you say so. m/