Three years later, the Turbojugend is still growin’, and that’s a testament to somethin”, seein’ as most bands can’t get anyone to care they’re around NOW.
It’s the kind of stuff that makes your blood boil. The kind of stuff that makes you wonder how some people can remember to breath when they’re this stupid.
I’m goddamned sick and tired of battlin’ writer’s block to once again arrive at a frustrated first step, y’know, leave me alone and let me go back to bed. I say that every issue, and now I quit.
These bands don’t follow genre convention, they use the rock mulch as fuel and barrel ahead like a big cunt-hungry bulldozer fulla speed, Viagra, and booze.