yozeroz (September 5, 2008 at 12:12 pm)

freaks me out, dont like it..! very haunting

brightbite (September 5, 2008 at 2:09 am)

Still waaaaaay ahead of its time.

weavercosme (September 4, 2008 at 11:02 pm)

I managed to increase computer speed a lot using this program from make-pc-faster(.)info Download and run a scan for free!jay z was mint... but to be fair if theres a tradition of great british rock and indie music then it is a bit unfair to fuck that up... i mean u don't see indies invaiding the mtv awards!br/br/and as far as jay z ripping it out of the gallaghers then im not bothered because to be fair... they will tear him to fucking pieces!

r0nzance (September 4, 2008 at 5:05 pm)

I fixed all errors on my computer and dramatically increased my pc speed using program from make-pc-faster(.)infoIn all fairness you're talking bollocks. I never said i set out to change music. I just love and appreciate the blues, and everything that stays true to it. And i'm a white guy. I have so much respect for that music

doctorwhonico (September 2, 2008 at 9:40 pm)

I can use your bad comment for my project...It's 1981, number 2 in England, a time when originallity and creativity was more important then the commercial stuff nowadays.

doctorwhonico (September 2, 2008 at 7:34 pm)

Indeed it's art. I never heard something like this after... I remember this as a kid. Early eighties?

1010a20 (September 2, 2008 at 5:15 pm)

who? where? why?

android90beats (September 2, 2008 at 4:59 pm)

"Look at what you're making of me," the plucky pup pippin spake. "You are as bad as me, look at your clothes." The angry mob breathed heavy as one, like a gel of fuses burnt down, take the clever shoes to IQ town, take back the cup of down locked begotten. They divided up in my and flesh and wanted to trash him still. "No," he pleased. He pleaded, "No," for sake, I am trophy, trophy mine, blessed brass, "I will eat it," and digest the atoms.

android90beats (September 2, 2008 at 1:34 pm)

Pippin the plump target for the course, ran away with trophy toffee brass in the bobbing sunlight reflection. The townsfolk rekindled animal teeth clench and hinge hootering screaming sharp crow shouts as they chased pippin to dead space, hands pounding in flurry of unknown venom. Look at ourselves, talking scales tipping to dark clack traps building hygiene out from under the dirt a tower up there, high up from dirt upon dirt.

EntrE01 (September 2, 2008 at 11:45 am)

what an awful video