You Can Thank Me Later, Fuckos: I Killed Shiloe's Career

Oh fuck, oh fuck...I'm coming down off of my last few lines of ajax and fiberglass powder. I need something to kill the buzz--let's see what Shiloe's doing. Typing in myspace.com/shiloemusic...oh shit 404 error not found! Looks like I wiped my ass with their careers enough to make them ashamed of their shitty myspace site. Next up: Hexham Heads. They're totally a different band guys. Seriously.

Now if you're like me, you don't really think of them as a band. You think of them as 2 assholes who just keep pushing it until their luck (or parent's money) runs out. So usually I don't pay them any mind. But last week I was on CDBaby trying to review the Shiloe CD I found in the dumpster of Shakey's on Pico last week, when I saw some fucking hipster beat me to it. AND...he actually got it right! Holy shit, looks like I'm getting the message out about their shitty guitar raping "music."

"Tour De Force"
author: Rondell Gilkey
I bought this mp3 net release because of all the buzz swirling around the LA Scene (What the fuck?! All the "buzz"?!? - spike). They are not bad per se, but their songs tend to run together. I was disappointed because they say they sound like BRMC but they really only sound like Sonic Youth (which they fucking don't. Come to think of it, they don't sound like Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, either - spike).

Alright Rondell Gilkey, you're starting to get to me now. In what fucked up, ass-backwards universe is Spike Anderson not the biggest threat to Shiloe's reputation?!? I've spent years slagging them off to whatever paint-huffing, disappointed porn surfer stumbles across my shitty internet posts, and if anyone's going to get an angry email from Ken Ramos it's going to be ME.

Fuckin' Quit it.