The 90s were a golden era for the strange, heavy and macabre. In an age of nearly incomparable wealth and prosperity, a vital alternative forged a place in culture from which it could tell the uptight Abercrombie shilling dickheads to go sit on a parking meter.
Here's some of that good and heavy shit. The kind they just don't make anymore.
These 10 songs are dedicated to Budnick, the premiere asshole at Camp Anawanna. He loved that place in his heart and even today when he thinks about it, it makes him want to fart. (It's "I hope we never part" so get it right or pay the price!!"
They made heavy music for people like Budnick. This ginger was a pain in the ass just to be a pain in the ass. Whether it was pushing his lackey Donkeylips around or demanding ruffled potato chips, he always had something to say. He occupied the cultural fringe. Part Dylan Klebold reject icon and part utter douche bag kids like Klebold dreamed of killing. Thanks Budnick.
