This is the most thrashtastic song I have written to date. It’s called “Headbanger’s Assault”, and it’s about metalhead zombies. Tomorrow, hopefully, I will figure out how to record voKILLs for this song, and then it will be complete. For right now, enjoy my sloppy demo version, and try to overlook the tragic doubletracking accidents in several parts (something that will be remedied tomorrow). As a rule of thumb, if it sounds like Andy Summers from the Police run through a Boss Metal Zone, it’s getting re-tracked. Enjoy, thrashers!
Furthermore, if this IS all a great Andy Kaufman-esque joke, and he’s faking all of this drug nonsense and rock star hedonism, when is the big reveal? And isn’t that just lame as hell ANYWAYS? It’s like that kid you knew in high school who was like “Oh yeah, I TOTALLY did drugs last night” and it turns out that someone sold him a bag of oregano. Dammit I hate Jesse Hughes.
Unless he’s kidding, in which case, he is the Andy Kaufman of our time. But seriously, let’s review the charges:
1)has FOUR IPODS AND FORGETS THEM ALL WHEN HE INTERVIEWS WITH RANDOM RULES. Dumbass.
2)Offers to put his “Brain on shuffle” instead. Wow, great idea guy! Everyone is FASCINATED BY YOU.
3)Takes “Pharmaceutical-grade methamphetamine” to aid in this trip. What the fuck is that? I’ll tell you what. Something that doesn’t exist. Just because some UCLA chem student makes it doesn’t mean it doesn’t still have shit in it that will positively wreck you.
Dumbass white-trash tweaker. Makes me think twice about school in California. To his credit, though, he has the hair I want and half of the moustache that I have. Maybe if he made awesome QOTSA desert rock instead of the shit he pumps out right now, I’d be enthusiastically praising this “brilliant” and “hilarious” rock star interview right now. Instead, fuck off Jesse Hughes. Fuck you and your band and your silly faux-rock-star image and your pharmaceutical-grade trucker drugs.