25 Tracks that will leave you feeling tortuously raped from all orifices by a T-Rex sex starved since the Ice Age..
Sounds like...The soul shattering shame of being merked by Justin Beiber.
Sounds like..Banging a malfunctioning robot in a swimming pool.
Sounds like...12 year old helpless Harrow wannabe hoodlums chirpsing tanorexic trashy slore-bags at an underage rave.
Sounds like..Booty bounce olympics for pre-teens.
Sounds like..Being awoken in the early hours of Christmas morning, 1993 to a rawkus racket of disturbingly feral screams..What could it be? You creep along the landing and peer through the crack through the door which the noise is filtered through, only to realize with blood curdling horror that yr beloved Mother is being sexually ravaged by yr once sincerely trusted hero, Santa. Serious.
Sounds like..Getting locked in the tube after closing and being haunted by the lost spirit of love.
Sounds like..A dream about being murdered by Nintendo 64. Blippy sparkles sprinkled over a spunk stained baseline.
Sounds like..Falling in love with a mirage of the devil in a failed suicide attempt induced coma.
Sounds like..Falling for hours from the highest cliff top before finally plunging into a haunted glacial watery abyss. Cause of death=hypothermic asphyxiation.
Sounds like..Reclining upon the cushiest clouds in the sky whilst gazing at a group of golden elite high class whores performing an orgy for your own personal entertainment.
Sounds like..Yr little sister being royally juiced up by the same rude bois that stole her Nokia 3310 last weekend, backed up against a brick wall in an alley behind Brixton's grimiest squat rave. No gloves, all love. Grim.
Sounds like...Goriest artery slitting massacre ever known to disgrace the planet. Bloodcore.
Sounds like..Being dry humped by a pneumatic drill. Glitch like you dunnoe.
Sounds like..Absinthe fairies with needles for fingernails whispering sweet nothings into yr ears drums whilst simultaneously etching satanic prophesies on to them. Darkly.
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Pornstep ft. The Highbury Whores - Dodge & Fuski
Sounds like.. The dawn chorus of Sycophantic silicone-ized groupies getting gangbanged backstage after a raucous Black Sabbath concert. Pornographic poetry.