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As you might expect, moderate to fair profanity after the jump… alongside odd re-imaginings of 80's noise rock— you were warned.
After Rathe's latest blog post in his "Confused Young White Man Critiques Mid-to-Late 80s' Rap Music Narratives" series, I felt the venerable institution of TCFTD was getting just a little too uncultured, too plebeian; too pandering.
This is the problem with today's youth, if you ask me. Spending all their time devising clever boxy word puzzles instead of doing something constructive, like pushups, or jumping on a live grenade, or sitting in a foxhole cradling a man in your arms and watching the blood run out of him and the life drain from his eyes, or sit-ups. [1]
So now for some serious literature; "Sonnets About Fucking". For we all know the band Big Black were true post beat pioneers; worthy of serious study and reimagination, and thus I give you…
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