Two Inch Astronaut
Foulbrood

LA RECENSIONE

Today, I was reflecting on the fact that in my life, I never had that moment where all I thought about was fucking: relationships, worries, irritated glans, anticipated blowjobs, pre-anniversary hickeys, bitter-tasting tongues in ears, farts under the sheets, the pimple absolutely needing to be popped because otherwise, it wouldn't look good even though it was in the most hidden part of the body, matching clothes or not doing whatever the hell I want because I'm a normo-cruster, don't break my balls, not arguing for the sake of it, avoiding trips to the malls, waiting for the moment to be together even though we lived in the same room, hours spent observing someone who observes something else, not having the desire or time to demand, getting depressed for a moment, sighing, passing, being patient.

Hair getting shorter not due to baldness or natural retreat, given a certain age now, but calmly trimming each millimeter of my hair with medical precision until reaching the tactical shaving that MikiNigagi (now renouncing) and Proggen embrace, and focusing on the sensations and selfishness. I believe it's important to be selfish at a certain point in life, not giving a damn about others and thinking only of myself; how much empathy have I granted? How much solitude to absorb all that surrounded me?

But it's the sensitivity that always gets us, you can't be an asshole if you have a certain sensitivity, if you believe someone in the world is worth saving, you'll be the sacrifice. Stop acting like Gesoo and behave like Seitan. Life is too short to dedicate the right time to one person, forget the fears of making mistakes, forget waiting for answers, leave confusing replies, leave things unresolved, build castles of Helium and inhale from time to time to feel with your bird if the water is still warm.

Theorem.
Doesn't fail.
Doesn't fail only at the end.

But I speak as a free man, a smoked man, I don't like smoking, in fact, I hate smoke, it bothers me. I love the gesture, I love the alter, the alter alter.
I retreat, let me.

I don't understand, do we really need to talk about the record? Haven't you already asked yourselves enough questions as mentioned above?
It's a suggestion q.b.; so take it and stop.

I can tell you post-hardcore, math-rock, post-grunge. isn't that enough?
Fugazi, Polvo, Failure. but also Krill, Pile, Ovlov.
not yet?
This is definitely their best record, so many great ideas, so many harmonics, depre.

I only feel like fucking, I don't feel like loving right now.
But just to be clear, only women.