it comes off much more readily as a blatant promotional tool than something produced to entertain, inform, or meet consumer demand.
this brave and unblinking look at just what can go wrong when human heads and hearts get clogged up with absolute certainty.
Tour home movie video of the now-defunct Indiana band traveling across Europe with live songs, hanging out, investigating foreign lands.
Art, music, vinyl and skating—a great primer to things new and interesting in the world.
I think no band can possibly embody an entire scene, I will say that they are one of many that molded how L.A. punk was regarded.
I freely concede that their hit vs. miss ratio is extraordinarily high, and this DVD easily falls under the “hit” column.
They pretty much cover all of the bases—aliens, serial killers, ghosts, vampires, monsters, all that kinda stuff.
tons of videotape of dicking around and bands playing live and hanging out.
Body Count has always been a terrible band, one where the sum of its parts has yet to equal something consistently worthwhile to listen to.
If you’re fucking afraid to use the fucking word, don’t even fucking allude to it, as you just fucking look like a bunch of fucking half-stepping sellout fucks.