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Metal Reviews by Patches: DREAM THEATER – Black Clouds & Silver Linings
Bull Moose Partay
I got nothing. I just need to host this picture so I can use it for my Fantasy Baseball Team. It’s sort of the perfect joke. It has history, baseball, and car-driving cats. It’s basically the greatest picture ever created. Years down the road, people will marvel at my artistry. They’ll say, “Patches…Now there’s an artist. If I shat on the Sistine Chapel, or put my wiener in David’s hand, then these works would be half as excellent as “Bull Moose Partay.” You can tell it’s a partay because of the disco ball and glowing necklaces. I’m available, ladies!

Metal Reviews by Patches: Speed Round I
Metal Reviews by Patches: HURT – Goodbye to the Machine

Editor’s Note: Every so often, we’ll try to keep things serious on this site. Not often, mind you. Mainly only when rock or metal albums are released. Penis. And as you can see, sometimes not even then. You will know when these times are because Serious Cat will help you out. After the jump, you can find my album rating system.
In a recent post, I was fairly critical of the music released in 2008. Thankfully, 2009 is poised to kick last year’s ass. The first such album is Goodbye to the Machine by the band HURT. HURT’s follow up to the critically acclaimed Vol. II, Goodbye to the Machine finds HURT once again continuing to expand and improve every facet of their music. Goodbye to the Machine is an intensely varied affair that showcases HURT’s maturity and intelligence as musicians. A few key things really stuck out to me.
HURT oozes emotion. Not the shitty, fake emotion that crap bands try to shill these days. *COUGH* Seether, Staind *COUGH*. You can feel singer & lyricist J. Loren Wince’s anguish in “Wars” as he grapples with the consequences of his former job with a defense contractor. He sings of depression and choices in “Well” and the honor of doing one’s best in “Fighting Tao.” You FEEL these songs. The reason HURT’s music connects with the listener is Wince. His lyrical style and pacing is top notch and I’m not exaggerating when I say he is the best songwriter in rock today. The songs are dark but hopeful; the lyrics are catchy and intelligent.
I’ll spare you a track-by-track analysis, but I do have a few favorites. “Wars” is the lead single and benefits from a great riff and a meaningful and though-provoking message of collective guilt and introspection. “1331” alternates between an almost annoyingly cheerful pop song and agonizingly emotive rocker. “Well” is a well-written throwback delivered in the style of “Loded” from Vol. II. “Dreams Away” is a crunchy rocker unlike anything HURT has ever recorded, and “Fighting Tao” slowly builds into an epic rocker infused with bagpipe-wannabe violins. The only weak link on the album is “World Ain’t Right,” an otherwise solid ballad ruined by the fat dipshit from Seether.
Goodbye to the Machine requires about five listens to wrap one’s head around, and when you do, it will get better every time you listen to it – which will be often. Goodbye to the Machine is more evidence that HURT deserves the mainstream success that will likely elude them.
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President Obama Is Bailed Out

Obama: Good evening, America. I called this press conference to sincerely apologize for my comment made on NBC’s Late Show in which I made fun of the Special Olympics. (Starts Sweating) I mean, it wasn’t nice, and…uhhhh…I have nothing but the greatest respect for the retards that, FUCK! Uhhhhhhhh…….Ummm… Children with learning disabilities are special human beings, who make up for their lack of brains with bigger hearts. And love, Ummm…And, uhhhh, I mean the Special Olympics are real sports too. Yeah! With running and basketball, and none of those homo sports like badminton! Aw, son of a fucking bitch…

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Obama: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..
DISTANT VOICE: Hello, Camera! Over Here!
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KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!
Well, it was nice while it lasted. If you haven’t heard, the patron saint of this site, Emmitt Smith, was fired for sucking at anything unaffiliated with the Dallas Cowboys. While this instantly makes ESPN’s football coverage more coherent, it also ends the relevancy of the name of this site.
We, and by “we” I mean just myself, will continue to carry on as a silent, but inappropriate, tribute to the world’s greatest man. It says in the Talmud, “He who saves one life, saves the world entire.” Or as Emmitt would say, “He who saves one life, saves the world in tires.”

Click this link for the news article and Emmitt’s top ten rapings of the English language.
An Action Necessary to Prevent Lindsay Lohan from Being at the Top of the Page

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Good to See the Cryptkeeper Out and About

"Cocaine's a Hell of a Drug."
Wait, that’s who?
Now the trick is figuring out which is which…


Ummmm…. She’s the one on the top, right?










