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Genre: screamo

Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 10:19 am
by DrAwkward_Archive
alex maiolo wrote:"Yeah, we play Heaviest Metal"
"Stars Of David are an amazing Jew Wave band"


I would go see any band that used either of these categorizations. They're great!

I would especially go see a "Heaviest Metal" band if their name was Ununhexium.

I've tried telling people that my band is a fifth-wave ska band, but they never believe me.

Genre: screamo

Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 10:23 am
by endofanera_Archive
DrAwkward wrote:I would especially go see a "Heaviest Metal" band if their name was Ununhexium.

I will to be stealing this name. Grazie! Salut, Sr. Dr. Awkwardo!

Genre: screamo

Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 10:24 am
by Wood Goblin_Archive
Is this the kind of music the Blood Brothers play? Because the Blood Brothers are total shit.

Genre: screamo

Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 11:30 pm
by horsewhip_Archive
Terrainasaur wrote:bad music, bad band names

it's fun to try and invent them:

My Last Breath
As Blood Flows From My Wrists Rivers Run Red
Brutal Sorrow


I can't take credit for this one:

Today The Rent Is Due

Genre: screamo

Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 12:22 am
by chet_Archive
Barbo wrote:
stipendlax wrote:I Hate Myself?


It was supposed to be funny. And we weren't sreamo. And it was ten years ago. I am sure everyone here was in the greatest band of all time when they were 20. Come on, we had a song about Fred Mertz obsessing over Lucille Ball's pubic hair.


Jon


I always thought your band was pretty good, but I considered you guys to be in that "emo" genre. Maybe not the "emo" of today, but for that time period - just the sound of the band. The lyrics too -

I Hate Myself - This Isn't The Tenka-ichi-budokai wrote: We fought. We fought hard. You beat me - ripped out my heart. And waiting for death I bleed and bleed and bleed.

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Genre: screamo

Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 12:23 am
by Terrainasaur_Archive
thank you, kerble, for sharing with us "extremo"

that post brought me to full, sober realization of the fact that I laugh like a dweeb: big donkey braying like that of my father before me.