Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly.
Go to a lake of fire and fry.
See them again 'till the Fourth of July.
"Though most of the piece is in a hammering industrial vein, there are sections that include ornate polyrhythmic percussion (see 1'00" - great work there), sleazy brass (2'10"), and an interesting wind-down ending. This is a rich piece with more than a few highlight sections and it elicits images of a factory quite effectively & appropriately. Cool"
Eilen oli systerin tuparit. Ihan tarpeeks killissä tuli oltua. Tänään on kaverin (tanjawee toim. huom.) synttärit.
Käy kroppa kovilla.
Kokki tekee safkat ja lähtee uuteen nousuun.
Pitäkää peukkuja.