the moonchild , who is he talking about , but the way hes describing it , with the music playing , i feel like ive gone to the place where this moonchild is , and ooh theres a pause , this hypnotic kind of music , just making me sit here and slowly imagine the moonchild

If this is Dutch House then fuck the Dutch.

When I was a kid I thought this was a song by barbra streisand called duck sauce

yeah i said it - the xx is a damn cocktease

also the room they are fucking in is a little cold and the sheets are too thin

but at least they're getting some ya know?

good for them

like hearing a bunch of drunk white and asian guys do motown karaoke at a business brunch

this act is already old and hes not even old enough to buy booze

So many novelty numbers in this set...c'mon boys, lets get rid of that shit. And instrumental numbers too...you fucking sellouts.

Dont have a loaded gun, large knife, or hot oven near you after listening to this album cause you might shoot yourself, stab your brain, or shove your head onto a potroast pan after these judgment day lyrics rip out your soul.

I wouldn't be surprised if this entire musical project is being clandestinely funded by a right-wing think tank as a psyop to make us all hate horniness, hedonism and fun again.

I was listening to this by a pool, then suddenly I got aggressively chased by a dog up a street - never been so shit scared in my life.

Thankfully, the song only runs for 88 seconds; but it's like being waterboarded for that long.

I think I would enjoy this album a lot more if the production wasn't so shit. And by shit I mean really shiny, good and professional. And by that I mean shit. You feel me?

this album consists of static, 4 chords played consequently throughout the song and sounds of Varg vomiting somwhere near the microphone. Yeah and something similar to hitting a carton box with a flacid penis. One of the worst albums ever ..., well, let's say it was 'recorded'.

The only entertaining thing that came out of this excuse of a human being was the trollfest in his social media after he called us brazilians inferior and got spammed with gay porn in the process.

Basically, if you're a piece of shit, this is an album for you.

Ya he killed someone but then he made this album.

The latter might be morally worse than the former :O

Sounds like if I fell asleep playing NES and I got sucked in through the controller port and had to live the next 42 minutes and 10 seconds walking around in bloop-blipty noise NES land.

And my car became a floating spaceship.

I belive this is the soundtrack for every aqua marine species out there. id like to be one of them and be swimming around while this plays in the background.

** saying "cognitive theory" makes me feel like a tool, even though that's what i majored in.

Cuck person

and i'm still figuring out if "tired of sex" is serious or a 3-minute-long sarcastic joke about not having any, but pretending he does

I used to love Muse. Then I realized, with creeping horror, that they were serious.

The concept that you gotta stop smoking weed becauss itll make you fuck a transvestite is so fucking funny

just being a member of Red Hot Chilli Peppers should be a capital offence

the twisted humor and speedy delivery is gone, and there's just some mid-tempo, elementary rhyming, with endless lines about California and vaginas

Elevator Porn Music.

...and I love it!

I think the intended way to listen to this album is by awkwardly rubbing your penis through really thick sweatpants the entire time.

With his eyes tightly closed, David Foggerty tried to let the music of At Mount Zoomer move him in such a way that when he opened them again his fingers would have automatically typed out a complete review of the record and the blank Microsoft Word document he had become so exasperated with

Why the fuck do people approve contemporary bands as "post-punk"? Post punk is both a genre and a particular set of years, rarely exceeding 1982. This fucking offends me. Your shits slipping. Minus 1 star for this idiocy.