This band, among many other image-orientated bands, are absolute crap. They do really nothin new with the sounds they try to emulate other than put a really crappy tone and thier singer, affectionately known as "Oli" Sykes to his major fan base of weird fat chicks plus strangely hot ones is possibly the Devil's Incarnate. Although this religious connotation is not true, it is basically just another way of proclaiming his awkward/skinny retardedness to the rest of the world.
A Traditional Oli Sykes Song, Written by Himself:
"ARGGH!!! IM SO FUCKING SHIT!!!
I DON'T REALLY SING ABOUT ANYTHING IMPORTANT, AS I'VE HAD A RELATIVELY GOOD LIFE YET JUST HATE MY PARENTS FOR BRINGING ME INTO THIS FUCKED-UP-WORLD!!! (cue ultimately retarded and out of place breakdown)
I BET YOU ALL LOVE THE FACT THAT I ALMOST SOUND LIKE I AM CRYING!!! I HATE YOU AND YOUR FACE!!! FUCK YOUR FAMILY!!! IMA PISS ON YO' NECK BIATCH!!! (cue out of place and ultimately retarded pig squeal)
FUCK YOU AND YOUR PARENTS!!! EEEGGG!!!"
A Traditional Conversation Between Two People Who Have Intellect and Tasteful Tastes:
Hoob: "Hey, want to go and see a concert in Bloogtown?"
Leebgoff: "Maybe, who's going?"
Hoob: "Tool, Opeth, The Mars Volta, Led Zepellin, The Beatles, The Eagles, The Rolling Stones, Metallica, Megadeth, Coldplay, Mastodon, a couple of lesser known bands who are still amazingly awesome such as Between the Buried and Me, H20, Parkway Drive, Protest the Hero and The Sword."
Leebgoff: "Hold on, what's the catch?"
Hoob: "Bring Me The Horizon."
Leebgoff: "Ah, I'll just stay home and slit my wrists."
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