https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-TH5ibABP4U

these funny screamo boys were so ahead of their time with their silliness. The bourgeois class traitor music critics sneering at them sound like they were born 100 years ago and are already dead in the ground:

Brokencyde is widely panned by critics. Cracked.com contributor Michael Swaim said the band sounded like "a Slipknot-Cher duet",[20] while another Cracked contributor Adam Tod Brown commented on their song FreaXXX "I hate that song so much that I would hold it face down in a bathtub until it drowns if I could."[21]

I hate unfunny radlib comedians so much I would [THREAT REMOVED BY MODS]

British comic book writer Warren Ellis considered Brokencyde's "FreaXXX" music video "a near-perfect snapshot of everything that’s shit about this point in the culture".[22]

Is that curmugeonly fucker still alive? He should stop writing his whiny comic books for other adolescent gen-x manchildren and die already because this just sounds like the rattling of some dusty old bones

A writer for the Warsaw Business Journal attempted to describe their music: "Imagine an impassioned triceratops mating with a steam turbine, while off to the side Daft Punk and the Bee Gees beat each other to death with skillets and spatulas. Imagine the sound that would make. Just try. BrokeNCYDE is kind of like that, except it also makes you want to jab your thumbs into your eyeballs and gargle acid."[23]

no need to gouge your eyes because a "business journal" writer has no soul anyway.

The New Musical Express stated in a review of I'm Not a Fan, But the Kids Like It!, that "even if I caught Prince Harry and Gary Glitter adorned in Nazi regalia defecating through my grandmother’s letterbox I would still consider making them listen to this album too severe a punishment."[24]

bloodless consumerist swine: "Wtf this corporate product doesn't make me feel nice, this is evil!"

"This 'Albucrazy'-based band has done for MySpace emo what some think Soulja Boy did for hip-hop: turn their career into a kind of macro-performance art that exists so far beyond the tropes of irony and sincerity that to ask 'are they kidding?' is like trying to peel an onion to get to a perceived central core that, in the end, does not exist and renders all attempts to reassemble the pieces futile."

:party-sicko: