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my dad used to be cool.
however, I stopped talking to them about music 25 years ago; shortly after they became convinced that I was holding black masses in my bedroom while listening to the fucking smiths.
there were so many other bands they could have chosen for me to hold my black mass to, but the smiths? really?
these days, I just laugh when my dad tries to get me into Delerium. the conversation usually ends with me berating him for listening to such crap and explaining that Delerium were much fucking better when they were called FRONTLINE FUCKING ASSEMBLY.
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