While it seems like a “thing” now, it’s hard to explain the fascination with retro synth futurism or fake 80’s VHS B-movie soundtracks or whatever the fuck it’s called if you haven’t grown up as a latch-key kid with access to cable in the late 80’s/early 90’s or don’t know what “adjust tracking” means.
I guess these days it’s considered “Drive Music”. Maybe I’m just being curmudgeonly tonight, but never mind me because this is pretty tight.
Someone got some banjo in my power violence. Music videos need more exploding heads these days.
This is awesome and you should like it.
Creepin’.
Advice.
Me too, brother.
If you like that, then you’ll enjoy this.
Gutter Balls.
Game Night.
personal ads.
Sitting in the backseat of a rotting Datsun, sharing a case of whip-its, a working tape deck, and you by my side.
Me too, sister.
Let’s make out.
Like What?
This dry spell drags, man.
Trash Heap Culture Comics
Awesome things Horrible Truth
Fine Ladies Handsome Werewolves
But the silhouette of the head was wrong!
Hippolyte Hentgen
