Electronic wusses, they’re the worse kind of wuss. Making love to the art of life while entrancing kittens with their bleepy weepy electronica. Throw in some growling, throat burning vocals that can shrink a man’s testicles at 20 paces, some distorted guitars that sound like Beelzebub’s farts and as many tempo changes as words in the song, and then you’ve got a decent record. Amrite?