Now when you leave work early it's probably 'cause you've got important errands to run or some sort of life-altering doctor's appointment, but when the Duty skips out on a full eight it's 'cause the job's a-keepin' us from the rawkin' we so richly deserve! Today we punched the clock at lunchtime just so we could spend the next few shoulda-been-paid hours wheedlin' on the axe and watching Sepultura vids on the YouTube. And, holy shit, you know what? Sepultura is fucking awesome! We're not all that surprised we didn't dig 'em in our younger days since we had so many shitty tapes in our collection, but, goddamn, we're really f-in' surprised the new-and-improved scarier usses still considered 'em a "shuffle band." See, whenever "Arise" showed up on the 'Pod we'd shout out a "Fuck yeah!" and clank a PBR high-five, but when it came to sitting back and picking out some burly kick-you-in-the ass thrash grunts we never ever ever ever EVAR stopped on Chaos AD or Beneath the Remains.
So we decided to make a change. We made it our goal to get home and blast some Babelfish-assisted death thrash until our computer speaks cried uncle. It was time to dedicate ourselves to the Brazilian beasts of yesteryear and see what the fuss was all about. So as we kicked down the door and stormed into the foyer, as we tore open those Tostitos and cracked a DCVDP, we screamed the day's battle cry, "No longer will we ignore the Cavalera crew! No more will 'Dead Embryonic Cells' be our Karaoke Achilles heel! Never again will 'Igor' be just another funny name!"
And without further ado, we clicked the mouse, we cleared our throats, we stared down the road of impending tinnitus. It's now hours later and we are changed men. Sepultura, we apologize. It took us waaaaay too long to recognize the scraggly pugnaciousness of your pummeling stomp grooves, but your morbid visions have finally found their way into our frosty hearts...or should we say, our "coraçãos."
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