Latest KMFDM Album Review 

by Kill Jocks With Cream Soda


so my friend had this green couch. no. it wasn't a couch, it was a
sofa. not a boxy, ugly, why-isn't-it-a-bed couch, but a beautiful, 
stylish, sofa. all gentle curves, it looked like you would sink 
blissfully into its puke green velvet cushions. that is exactly what 
happened when you sat on it, too. it wasnt a pansy love seat, though 
it had seen plenty of love. no, it was the cadillac of sofas, seating 
six adults with room to spare. it had blemishes, burns from a neglected 
cigarette, unidentified stains in many colours, yet whenever there was 
company, it was the best seat in the house. i frequently slept on that 
wonderful couch, nestled in its plush softness, the remnants of various 
kinds of alcohol and other inebriating chemicals seeping from my pores, 
soaking into the worn velvet. yes, it was worn, but only to the highest 
possible point of comfort, so soft i could have slept on it even if i 
had 3rd degree burns. that is why i am proud to say i died on that couch, 
a shotgun blast to the face. such a trendy way to go.

April 20, 1999 marks the release of the final KMFDM album- if they're really
breaking up, i don't know what i'll do- because KMFDM fuckin rocks. 

So do trenchcoats.