Jacko Fiddlybits

I’m not so sure if there are any of these pea – brained, deaf, badly dressed dickheads still around (cos’, y’know, rave ain’t fashionable anymore), but if there are, this is for them. What!? Rave is dead?! Oh, fucking sob, sob. Did anybody actually listen to that tuneless cack or were all those record sales just a figment of my fucking imagination? Who in the name of God’s fucking huge cock could actually listen to, much less be dumb enough to buy it?

The shit for brains that buy Vengaboys and that other brain rotting tripe might have no taste, but at least those groups try to string something approaching a tune together, even if the songs are something I wouldn’t even wipe my arse with. As for what was (or is?) rave, if I want to listen to pigs being castrated with cheesewire while being thrown down the stairs in a dustbin full of spanners, I’ll go around to my pervert neighbours house. That is basically what you tracksuit wearing, horn blowing mongoloids were listening to for years, taking E maaaannn, and getting zonked out of your empty fucking heads. You’d fucking well need to be, to have to listen to that diarrhoea passing itself off as music, Christ , what sort of soulless, bastard foreskin would actually listen to something that creates a herding instinct?

If you bastards acted like herd animals, then you should be treated as such, and be led into a factory and fucking slaughtered to feed the people who actually give a shit. Yeah. Rave was a culture, all right, a fucking bacteria culture, infecting people and making them vomit. Shit, sorry, that was just the music. Rave, R.I.P. Thank fuck. To all the ravers fucking sad enough to be still listening to “cool” dunce music,

go fuck your dead mother.<