This is the worst thing i've ever heard.....

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BrokeNCYDE or some shit like that. Awfule name, awful song, and from the looks of the video awful bunch of pricks. I managed about 1min before i had to turn it off.

 
sweet, nothing like an over-produced over-synthecised voice coupled with a psuedo-faggot-emo/goth singing over an incredibly annoying beat.
 
The weird thing is, I was watching The Bronx videos on youtube and this came up as a related video. I don’t see it myself.
 
what the feck. Why are they screaming? Whats wrong with these people? Are they ill?
 
That is so bad it's painful, though I feel we're not alone in hating them:

Metal Edge Magazine: "fecking horrendous"

Thrash Magazine: "a mockery to the world of music".

British commentator Warren Ellis: "a near-perfect snapshot of everything that’s shit about this point in the culture".

August Brown of the Los Angeles Times: "The 'Albucrazy'-based band has done for MySpace emo what some think Soulja Boy did for hip-hop: turn their career into a kind of macro-performance art that exists so far beyond the tropes of irony and sincerity that to ask 'are they kidding?' is like trying to peel an onion to get to a perceived central core that, in the end, does not exist and renders all attempts to reassemble the pieces futile."

Kerrang (January 2009 in their What the F* is up with Screamo Crunk feature). : "If this is the future of rock music, we're fecking outta here". Placing the 'irritation factor' mark at level "very high", the magazine concluded - "Thanks to their tacky, lightweight and frankly rubbish sound, they've probably only got a shelf life of about six months".
 
I usually mean it as an expression when I say "I have no words", but I really had no words when watching that.

Holy feck.

Edit: Btw, you'll want to watch till about 2 minutes in. That's when it really takes off :eek:
 
What the feck is that twat in the pink doing? Now i can see why some songs have people screaming in them, not a fan myself but hey-ho, but for crying out loud this guy sounds like he's hammering a nail into his foot every few seconds.
 
SecondFig said:
Kerrang (January 2009 in their What the F* is up with Screamo Crunk feature). : "If this is the future of rock music, we're fecking outta here". Placing the 'irritation factor' mark at level "very high", the magazine concluded - "Thanks to their tacky, lightweight and frankly rubbish sound, they've probably only got a shelf life of about six months".
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The lyrics are awesome, however

I walk into the club looking kind of sexy now.
I see these shorties in the corner, they started making out.
They pull their panties down, they take their pants off.
Then they started getting freaky on the dance floor.
Shake it mommy give it to me like you need some love.
I got some bottles in the caddy that we can open up.
Let's get drunk tonight, baby we don't have to feck.
And bring your friend along, maybe we can have some fun.

Let's get freaky now, let's get fecking freaky now. [x4]

I got these bitches all tipsy trying to sex me.
I know they want it, alcoholics are some sex freaks.
This ex and chronic gots me wanting to get messy.
So let's get messy girls, come on let's go get messy girls.

Come on bitch, you know you want this.
That hardcore shit will make you feel the toxic.
Versace, Rolex watches.
Bently coups with the 20's droppin.
Convertible top, and the wheels spin.
I can taste that ice when my grill is in.
If you want me baby feel me in.
'cause I don't waste my time with lesbians.

Let's get freaky now, let's get fecking freaky now. [x4]

Liar! [x8]
 
The best review so far:
Brokencyde, 'I'm Not a Fan But the Kids Like It': Another Take

4 Aug 2009, 03:37 by Lev_Bronstein
'Please Please Me', 'Led Zeppelin I', 'Black Sabbath', 'Kill 'em All'; revolutionary debut albums that took the rule book and set it ablaze. Well, it's 2009 and we're lucky enough to have a band who took one look at the harsh confines of not just rock music, the direction in which it was heading and said, 'rules, nuts to the rules'. These trailblazers, these mavericks are none other than Brokencyde, a group of young men bursting with talent and integrity. These guys don't care about fashion; they have an unconventional style, wearing their jeans super-tight of all things and rocking epic across the face fringes. An image of their own design, this could be bigger than 'Beatlemania'.

Lyrically, it is clear that Brokencyde are admirers of Bob Dylan and Neil Young at their most incendiary as they tackle such issues as the failing state education system in the US (Yellow Bus), Cartesian dualism (PlaySchitzo) and the nature of addiction (Get Crunk, Tipsy). Brokencyde never rely on outmoded cliches or use meaningless platitudes, instead crafting stories that provide real insight into the human condition. It is testament to the maturity and talent of Brokencyde that they managed to produce such a cerebral debut album; it took Radiohead three albums to reach a comparable level as 'I'm Not a Fan But the Kids Like It' and then this is being generous to Radiohead. Compared to this, 'OK Computer' sounds like a chorus of howler monkeys smashing up banjos to whale song. Bad.

'I'm Not a Fan But the Kids Like It' could be considered a concept album as each track fits into a larger narrative that acts as a damning indictment of capitalism. The title itself refers to the inevitable intergenerational transference of intellectual hegemony; a proclamation of a new order if you will. They are obviously fans of Queensryche's 'Operation Mindcrime' and Rush's 'Hemispheres', the influence of the latter is particularly clear as Brokencyde sketch out a modern portrait of the struggle between the Apollonian and Dionysian. The literary genius of Nietzsche's 'The Birth of Tragedy' has been woven through the tracks to exceptional effect. Just listen to 'Booty Call' and '40 Oz.'. Haunting, yet life-affirming stuff; this is the 'Schindler's List' of electro-tinged screamo rock.

Musically, Brokencyde have myriad influences but never sound like they are aping their heroes. The epic final track 'I'm Sorry' is as emotive as anything Pink Floyd produced whereas 'Freaxx' could quite possibly be this generation's 'Smells Like Teen Spirit'. A firebrand combination of memorable hooks that showcase the lyrical content that muses upon the way in which women can be objectified as a result of the breakdown of the family unit. There is a noticeable appreciation of be-bop and free-jazz in particular the work of icons Charlie Parker, John Coltrane and Miles Davis. Their musical vision is congruent with that of Brokencyde; unwilling and unable to conform they have carved their musical niche from granite to create something spectacular and timeless. Icon is but four letters and Brokencyde are but four men. Coincidence? I think not.

After just over an hour, the album wraps up. Will they be able to match this with their next album? I think so. Let's just hope that Se7en, Mikl, Phat J and Antz do not experience the same mental anguish as Kurt Cobain and Brian Wilson and are able to return with their magnum opus. We have witnessed the genesis of something very special, something very special indeed.

(The 'Bizarro World special edition digipack' was used for this review, which has 3 bonus tracks (LOLed, Major Pwnage and Suxx it Dry) and is packaged with a series of poems written by Phat J as well as video highlights from Se7en and Antz's electrifying commencement speech at Harvard in 2008.)
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That said the same reviewer also said:
Morons Unleash Debut Album that has all the Artistic Merit of Bovine Afterbirth.

2 Aug 2009, 02:13 by Lev_Bronstein
Prepare yourself for an unrelentingly awful, vapid 'shit sandwich' of a record, Brokencyde's debut album 'I'm Not a Fan But the Kids Like It'.

Proof positive that nature does not always abhor a vacuum as talent-free, no mark 'crunkcore' douchebags Brokencyde inflict the musical equivalent of swine flu on an unsuspecting world.

Brokencyde pile on the pain before we've even started. 'I'm Not a Fan...' lasts for over an hour! OVER AN HOUR, and in that time the listener is subjected to some of the lowest grade 'rapping' and straight-up, 'no-other-adjective-will-do-this justice' fecking horrendous screamo smashed together into a ball-park hotdog of an album that practically guarantees a bad case of diarrhea.

Across the sixty-three minute span of this album, Brokencyde deal with two issues: drinking and fecking. Basically Brokencyde roll up at the party, get their drink on, check out some chicks, and proceed to screw said chicks. Nearly every song deals with this, but when they start referring to their penises as 'pee-pees' you begin to doubt their status as 'pussy magnets'. That's right 'pee-pees'. Not dicks or cocks or members or any of the other sexier terms but 'pee-pees'. Obviously, Brokencyde are not fecking human adult females but Muppets.

Oh just as a side-note, repeated listens do guarantee syphilis. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Lyrically, if your thing is ultra misogynistic frat boy sex rhymes then this could be your thing. Fed up of listening to Lil' Wayne and 50 Cent only debase women a bit well with Brokencyde you get one-hundred per cent, full-blown degradation. Here's a little taster from their soon to be classic 'PlaySex Toyz'

Put your hands down in my pocket. And make my pee-pee hard. Shut the feck up bitch, quit talking. I want to see those panties dropping. Drop dropping. Drop dropping. Drop those fecking panties girl! Imagine receiving that in a Valentine's card ladies.

There's no need for a summary at this point. It's evident that I detest Brokencyde and quite frankly so should you. Brokencyde are a nadir in terms of human achievement; any kind of encouragement will actually set back the human race. They are the archetypal douchebags. I don't think that they could be worse if they actively tried.
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I've been warning people about music and where it's heading, will they listen to me? No! They just mock me, laughing and pointing at my furrowed brow, well my snarl is turning to a smile - I'm not just some crazy tone-deaf bastard! Music is dieing, dieing I tell's ye.

Anyway, I quite enjoyed that song. Probably the best band out today.

Fleet Foxes have nothing on them.
 
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