...and so may you wonder, betwixt your steely brows, of what course to which does the aforementioned subscribe? Simply put, it is the beautesque, the horrifying crystallisation of more than a century of cultural de-evolution that is at once both sickening and utterly analgesic.

The Sheetmetal Nightmare stands for what is lacking in today's modern hate-cults, the absolute absence of lack of pretense. It wears it's shoes of spike-crunchily metallic metals, softened with the vitreous humours of a thousand malformed infant children and does not own a personal watercraft.

It is filmed before a dead and dying studio audience collapse to their shakings with the joy of hatespiteandrage.

Completely meaningless ramblings of semi-coherent, post-linear archetypes, a childrens cavalcade of pointlessly grim self-importance, and possibly the last saving grace of the last dying mind, the wholemind, and nothing which the truth can sway in it's awesome pretense.

...and why should you care to sit/look it?


B E C A U S E Y O U C R A V E T H E P R E T E N S E, it will sustain you from sustained bouts of reactuality...

...and because it's on.