An open letter to the UN
I usually don’t shout, but I woke up to these guys on the front page of Myspace. Maybe they’ll hear me over their crappy music if I do.
Dear United Nations,
You are exactly the type of band that would hate on the retro fetishisms of hipsters wearing track suits, neon spandex and anachronistic facial hair. It’s definitely not 1984 anymore, right?
THAN IT ISN’T NEWS TO YOU THAT YOUR REAGAN FETISH DOESN’T MAKE YOUR POWER HARDCORE ANY BETTER.
Love,
IMPOSE
P.S. Your singer’s day job is to front the band Thursday, right?
August 28th, 2008 at 10:14 am
p.p.s. I’m dying to see a young cowboy Regan punch shirtless joe’s pudgy guts, but I’d settle to see him put some decent clothes on.
August 28th, 2008 at 12:45 pm
If you really want to creep people out, you put on Nixon masks.
August 28th, 2008 at 1:55 pm
OHhhhh man. You read my space-mind, love.