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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Saturday, December 08, 2001

After listening not even quite all the way through the new Kittie CD, I think I can finally put in my band order. Like a pizza order, yanno. Now I just have to find some place that delivers.

I want music with good percussion, complex rhythm and a strong bass. Searing guitar is good. Loud, growly, attitude-filled but musical songs; metal with intelligence and class, please. And vocals, preferably female, of the crystalline purity of deep, dark, underground pools.

Lyrics? Who gives a fuck.

Kittie came so close. Why does she insist on snarling like... well, like a waif trying to do a Rob Zombie impersonation? Dozy bint.

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