Wipe that smile off your face, you priviledged, wet-mouth asshole.  These aren't riffs you can listen to while you sip a Bud Light Lime and check your fantasy football scores.  These riffs are here to empty your bank account and piss on the Christmas ham.  It's time you re-evaluate your life, and set your goals much, much lower, and Supercollider will help you do it.

Following in the vein of other filthy, heavy power trios like the Melvins and Motorhead, Supercollider is thuggish and unsettling, but don't you call them that.  In fact, don't call them at all, because they won't answer.  They don't have time for your bullshit.  They're too busy punching your little sister.

Why are you still reading this?  Listen to the track already!  It basically sounds like the Beastie Boys slurping Lemmy's manjuice.

Band Members
Jordan Tidwell		guitar/vocals
Tommy Robbins		bass/vocals
Rob McGoldrick		drums/vocals
Music
Kosa Saag (Part 1)

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