The Holy Bibles are a Rock & Roll Rape Machine. Here to perpetually ruin YOUR day, like a whore without a fuck. They are all the best perks of the worst aspects of degenerate humans that are incapable of feeling shame. Call it Revenge Music. Call it Nightmare Blues, Strangulation Blues, Black 'n Blues...........Call it whatever makes you sound the dumbest (and we know you will). Eagerness to throw some hand-me-down-predesignated-please-help-us-half-bright-troglodite-hipsters-figure-out-...
The Holy Bibles are a Rock & Roll Rape Machine. Here to perpetually ruin YOUR day, like a whore without a fuck. They are all the best perks of the worst aspects of degenerate humans that are incapable of feeling shame. Call it Revenge Music. Call it Nightmare Blues, Strangulation Blues, Black 'n Blues...........Call it whatever makes you sound the dumbest (and we know you will). Eagerness to throw some hand-me-down-predesignated-please-help-us-half-bright-troglodite-hipsters-figure-out-what-categories-you-fall-into-so-that-we-can-start-deciding-what-we-don't-like-about-you "label" on this and/or alligning us with contemporaries that The HB's might, but usually don't, "sound like" is not even remotely arousing. And we still made a couple of suggestions, out of sheer kindness. And by sheer kindness, we mean that it was an accident that should've been deleted, but you can all eat our shit if you think that we're gonna proofread this, again. The underlying fucking point of all this is that we'll still always be better then your boring fucking band. And your boring fucking life, for that matter. The Holy Bibles sound like a 9 day long drug binge....extra-deep fucked and flat-out gone.....like a holy Hell.
For the sake of fuck......... The only thing that we expect, and fucking demand, from this is that these songs drive a long overdue, rusty, shit-covered nail into the coffin of what most of America's bright and hopeful youth consider "Rock" music. It is a sad and desperate place, where "Rock" currently resides, bombarded with safe, family-approved, mall-friendly, pre-packaged, artistically-vacant and testicularlly-challenged AUDIO LAXATIVE. Has it reached a point of no return? Quite fucking possibly.
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