Formally a writer for the Murdoch owned Melbourne tabloid "Herald-Sun", much like the English "Sun" sans tits.
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Terry Vine has got to die/And I'm going to tell you why/He's a scumbag journalist who writes a load of cappo shit/Terry Vine's a lying prick/His biased views give me the shits/He writes for the "Herald-Sun"/Shat from the establishment's bum/They fire workers and hire scabs/It’s a fucking bosses rag/Working people every morning/Exposed to Vine's fucking lies/Terry Vine hates feminists unions gays and ecologists/Choke him on his old school tie/Lets make the racist fucker die
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I cannot praise this album enough. This album is absolutely terrifying! The many starts and stops creates this very h settling tension. Each start expands on the stopper idea previously. It’s like the music equivalent of walking through thick fog while passing out multiple times throughout trying to find a place to orientate yourself. There may or may not be something sinister in that fog, but you don’t want to stick around to find out. Bought the vinyl so I summon the fog demons through spe showhornwithteeth