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01-07-2007, 10:00 AM | #52 (permalink) |
Oh twat!
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It's difficult boxing in bands to all these various genres I find. What about bands like Finch and Alexisonfire? There is no mention of them yet they are two of the most influential bands in recent times upon the emo genre? I understand that Emo began as something entirely different to what it is now but it appears to me that some old skoolers don't want to roll with the times and accept what Emo has actually evolved into.
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01-07-2007, 10:09 AM | #53 (permalink) |
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The quote unquote true screamo genre is way bigger than the faux emo scene. That kind of emo hasn't evolved it's more like a weird stepbrother that no one wants anything to do with that strayed to the side.
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03-17-2007, 02:07 AM | #56 (permalink) |
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johnny cash was emo.
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03-17-2007, 12:44 PM | #57 (permalink) |
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^ dude stfu
you being incredibly annoying
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
03-18-2007, 05:53 PM | #59 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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^ by loser
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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