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Current mood:  accomplished Category: Music
(CAVEAT EMPTOR: Much of the following paragraph may read as insults or criticisms to the unenlightened reader. I assure you that nothing could be further from the truth. I come to praise the Vickroids, not bury them. I had a f**king ball watching them play, and the following is a celebration of their performance done in weak imitation of the it's-so-dumb-it's-genius Lester Bangs school of music criticism - er, make that music appreciation!)
And then the Vickroids happened. Loudly, sloppily, retardedly, and brilliantly, they happened. Two piece cacophany for drums, guitar and vocals, like the White Stripes with lobotomies. Greasy grimey gopher guts of rock. Worse music for worse people. Teetering drunkedly on that slippery line between satori and stupidity, the Vickroids laid waste to all that is good and holy. In other words, I liked them.
Truer words have never been spoken.
Thanks, BaM
(satori = enlightenment)
1:41 PM
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