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Yeah, tweet that shit to Corin. Tell her it's from the scrawny solo dancer with the huge pupils who used to follow them around the west coast. I always thought they were incredibly listenable... Never understood the bitching and complaining about the supposed dying cat vocals.
Some people have such sissy fucking ears. It's hard to believe that it's hard to believe Sleater-Kinney reached this level of popularity, when there's a dude named Billy Corgan out there who howled like a fat little spoiled church boy who's mummy wouldn't let him eat the entire cake after the service. Now that man was like a child-sex predator, only instead of raping asses he went for earholes. And somehow managed to front one of the biggest bands of 1993-1997.
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