I sometimes indulge in collapse of civilization apocalyptic fantasies. Not the lone hero saving himself and his family from the chaos around them kind. Not the picking up the pieces and gloating about how much better prepared I am kind. No, I am not into the rough and tumble two-fisted hero fantasy.
I am way more into the getting drunk on the roof of a building and laughing as we all get what's coming to us for being a festering disease on the planet kind of fantasy. The I hope I go last so I can smell the pointless stench all of human "accomplishment" has been reduced to kind of fantasy.
Misanthropic? Yeah, guilty as charged. Anyway, this is the soundtrack to those fantasies. This is the album that plays at the end of the world. It plays so loud the bridges crack and windows crumble. Those unlucky to still be alive suffer heart attacks from the sheer sonic force of the bass. Hopelessly ruined, we all melt under the immense pressure waves emanating from this unholy sonic thing. Maybe you hate everything enough to like it too.
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