Neurosis
Pain Of mind

THE REVIEW

If you too feel like you're in a full-on self-flagellation delirium and have to get up to queue for a couple of beers at the discount store under your house, if you too wake up in a full-on post-adolescent funk because your sister has it tougher than you, if you too are peaceful in a world where anarchy and violence reign, if you too feel out of place and even the sheep grazing in the meadow are against you, if you too let others do what you could do yourself, if you too are amazed that it's always winter even in spring, if you too leave conversations halfway through because there's always someone who finishes them better than you, if you too live in the provinces and wonder if the Isla Bonita really exists, if you too watch Gerry Scotti's programs and think about weapons of mass destruction, if you too leave the prey to those who gnash their teeth on the steppe, if you too say what kind of review did this idiot write, better change the channel, if you too go chick hunting on Saturdays and Sundays and have a one-track mind, remember me, make a donation—it's Christmas. For Everything Else There's Mastercard.

PS: The Album Kicks Seriously Hard Buy It with Your Eyes Closed.