Liner Notes/Idle Threats/Mindless Arrogant Drivel
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Working Title Here/F- Grade Thesis on Manufacturing Consent
Souls as Templar Nites... Traversing the boundless limits of space and time, these unwilling but unrelenting mercenaries, whose real names and identities have been changed to protect the guilty (powers that be), exist only to the outside world as an innocuously mild-mannered side project, but in reality have greatly impacted the catalysts for change towards this, "the essential fate and truest destiny," or what will eventually come to be known as the final evolutionary link for all mankind. But before we sell you on some Florida swamplands, let's explore what the increasingly reticent members of Souls She Said would describe as "the boring ending."
With final vocal and mixing sessions wrapping up during the hot Philly cheese-steak summer of '05, this love affair with contrast, this vessel for the divine and the infallible inspiration of god, was carefully, lovingly, and tenderly completed, thus concluding a grueling studio production schedule that began over one year ago with initial primary tracking taking place in a secluded and rural beach town somewhere in the southern hemisphere. All right, it was done in Oz, in the same room where we keep our weapons of mass destruction (which are not located in the Middle East, or specifically Iraq/Iran, or anywhere that has exploitable natural resources) are you happy now?
Paralyzing nerves, shattering bones, these can be the symptoms for the uncommon but life-threatening Souls as Templar Nites overdose or what modern scholars and theologians describe as "stigmata that induces a spontaneous come-and-bust a nut in your pants reaction." Outside of this caveat, please feel free to compulsively listen to your Souls as Templar Nites disk, which has been designed for a lifetime of musical enjoyment in a small, convenient disc. Please refer to a pre-1986 CD jewel case layout for other helpful tips on extending disk life, but be careful of those ones that list them on the back cover, you might spill all your coke, resulting in you or a loved one committing a party foul of extreme red card proportions/penalties.
Now that we have the attention of all the bands, artists, or other meaningless extensions of, "the industry," please be fore-warned, if you don't want look up caveat in the dictionary (I know I didn't) and you happen to be doing some "research" on cool sounds and recording, composition, etc., even if you get paid to do so, please the heed the aforementioned warning about the Souls Stigmata or in layman term s, the jacker-biter fools-gold curse. Though still in it's experimental stages, this CD has been encoded with special copyright software that will not destroy your computer, (that shit never worked on Macs anyway, haha PC user/losers!) but will cause either and/or an act of god, dark vader, or Marti McFly to come back to the future, track you down and melt your plagiarizing, no talent/inspiration/good drugs having brain, capiche? If this is coming off a bit strong or arrogant, don't worry; that's the way of the world, and off the record, you can quote me on this one, if you still don't like it then something something something unexpected right about here... |
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