User:Wrecknerd/sandbox

Post Wreckage
Unbelonged to all genres of sound,this barrage of unorthodox guitarchery came to life via stone stack torture during a clot core hail storm right before, during and after a nuclear war that always never happened. Strange and interesting enough, depending on the ear pallet, these riff bashed tones will quickly become what squints the eyes and rings the spongy stomach,stomach of the above average updated wallet prom star. Descibed by NOBODY as anything relating to stacked aggression, coated with the apathetic optimism of despair,topped with much love somewhere.