AlSymerz

I'd call black metal garbage, although to be fair I'd only do it for the reaction of black metal fans telling me I'm wrong. Kind of like you did when someone else used the words garbage and LOG in the same sentence.

Venom - Black Metal

Midnight Idols - We Rule The Night

Fuck banning a flag, ban fucking unions!

Did Ian Really Explode? TINT

Sacred Reich - Independant

...The song sounded familiar yet he could not place it. A note here, a chord there, the off time beat, it all seemed so familiar, yet his mind just couldn't put a name to the tune. What am I doing here? How did I get here? What the hell is going on? Three questions, each needing an immediate answer, yet his mind only wanted to play "name the damn song". He hummed a bit more to himself. Then without consciously realising it was his own own dulcet tones that were echoing across the empty grass field James began singing the first verse of his new favourite song, "Your Advantage Becomes My Deuce Baby"

Arsehole Gland Excretes Shit FORE

Evil Dead

High On Fire - Madness Of An Architect

KK's Priest

Queen Of Thieves - Taramis

I guess if my counting game thread died because people can't count this one wont have much luck either, but here goes. This is a game we used to play in a share house many moons ago only back then it was a pen, a book and the little room where all the best thinking gets done. The idea is to add to the story that's been created before you. Add a sentence, add a paragraph, add a chapter (maybe not), add a character, add anything that you want, just add your bit to the story and see where it goes. Follow any forum rules but the topic is pretty much free and open. If we get to 100 pages, I'll copy it all into one file and we'll get a publisher to...ignore it. If we get to 200 pages, I'll copy it into one file and give anyone who reads it a prize. I we get past 300 pages I think I'll just die laughing. No need to cut and paste the previous part of the story but it may be worth 'bolding' it in your post to make it distinguishable from any other dribble. I guess I'll start (and be totally surprised if anyone continues ) James awoke laying in a field of long grass wearing a white t-shirt stained with something he did not recognise and a pair of Daisy Duke shorts he was relatively didn't belong to him. His brown hair was dripping wet, as was his left arm, but the rest of his body and clothes felt completely dry. On his left foot he had one Nike runner, while on his right foot he wore a shiny red stiletto which felt like it was at least one size too small. He needed to figure out how he ended up in the field, but the last thing he could remember was....

Fight - War Of Words

War Agenda - Propoganda

Oppressing the Masses - Vio-lence

Space Chaser

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Metal Church - Above The Madness

Yeah, but Lars just decided Dave wouldn't mind his name being removed and the credits just handed over to Lars.

It was shit wages and mostly shit conditions being a roadie here too. It didn't take me long to realise the only way to make money was to own the steering wheel and be the one paying the bills. Of course with ownership came responsibilities like deciding whether to park illegally and pay the local council fine or make it harder for the boys to unload the trucks. It's kind of lucky that local council fines were only $35 back then, because it was still cheaper to pay three fines (the max allowable by the council before the cops were called) and hurry the load/unload along than it was to piss the boys off. These days most of the bands that still tour like we did use larger companies from the city, that rent out everything including the trucks, but the 80's was a different time.

Steering wheel attendant and shit carter to venues and studios mostly.

Don't Inject Rabbit Testosterone MORE

Viking - Man Of Straw

Heroes - Sabaton