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Year: 1993
Label: Warner Brothers
Ahhh...the days when the cries of "sellout" rang from every mountaintop, when merely purchasing an album on a major label could brand you a traitor. Good times those early 1990's were. Good times.
Barkmarket sold out. They went from underground noise rock merchants mining the black gold of hardcore, metal, and rock and polishing it with some of the most fucked up lyrics of the day, to underground noise rock merchants mining the black gold of hardcore, metal, and rock, and polishing it with some of the most fucked up lyrics of the day. Fags. They didn't even have the decency to quit their day jobs. Assholes.
Rick Rubin "executive produced" this effort, I mean, what the fuck, they're too good for Steve Albini? Dicks.
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is this the ground around my head?....you made my whole entire life just a waste of time....
you might think you can't see but that bleach in your eyes is not from me...
Sardy => ‹^› {ºº} ‹^›
Check out a podcast review of Gimmick by Barkmarket on Dig Me Out at digmeoutpodcast.com, a weekly podcast dedicated to reviewing the lost and forgotten rock of the '90s.
Hello! Could you please re-upload the file? Thanks a lot!!
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