This album makes me want to cut off my balls and mail them to a chicken farm. Every time I've tried to listen to that album, I have violent urges of self immolation. Shoving pencils in my ear and running them into walls. Slammig my head into the front step of my house until I knock myself cold.
I'm having a hard time finding the appeal. I'm going to give it another try this weekend on the trail. Hopefully I can control my urges.