I might sound hysterical here but that's impossible given my pill intake, so here goes: I cannot fathom how Fear Factory made a classic album cuz they are mega-dumbshits. They were a perfectly good band before shit went all retarded: First, that one record tanks, the big guy leaves, bitterness ensues. Then the bassist is the guitarist, Strapping Young Lad has to book tours carefully, a silly record deal and thoughtless records ensue. Then, the singer takes loud credit for the mixing of clean and growly singing, shut the fuck up ensues. Now the singer reconciles with the big guy, they start a new band, it shares a name with their former band, the two other guys are like what?, legal action ensues. Has the earth folded onto itself? This is like watching people from North Dakota fight over meth. Or like when Scratchy is eating a piece of his own stomach. Or maybe two mirrors exchanging insults. Plus, it adds an extra dimension of lunacy that the sanest one is the drummer, whose comments to Speed Freaks were edited for simplicity:
The bass player and I are actually still in Fear Factory. There's a big legal battle going on right now. Essentially, what's happened is the big guy and the singer have become friends again and they decided to start a new band, and decided to call it Fear Factory. They never communicated with us about it and act like there was never any contract. So it's almost like them two against us two; it's kind of a stalemate. I don't know what's gonna happen with the trademark, so to speak. It's a weird situation.
Hey I can play that way too, fuckfaces. As of now, I'm arbitrarily and without authority renaming the band who recorded 1999's Obsolete, cuz the band itself can't be trusted near something so important and awesome. And now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna crank some Fuck Fucktory.

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