|Geoff Rickly has written a blog titled "The Nine Circles of Vans Warped Tour." It's a pretty good read. There's an excerpt below and the full things can be read here.|
Blood on the Dance Floor makes me feel old and irrelevant. Why? Because I don't know what the fuck it is. It's electro-pop-scream-metal-violence in goth drag that celebrates "cumming" on the audience with giant foam canons and has one of the most positive, inspirational record inserts that I've ever read. It's either horrible nonsense or next-level art. But it's truly made me realize, I don't know the difference. So the singer with red hair and scary make-up told me that Thursday's song, "You know," he says, "the car crash one" changed his life. Luckily I was wasted and said, "How can I change it back?" Rimshot, dad... Am I right?