I feel broken inside, that's for sure.

I don't even know where to begin.

Two years ago, I was getting set to go to Warped Tour, and much like this year, I was looking through the list of bands to see if there were any hidden gems.

Clearly, this was not one of them.

The name of the band...err...group...err...whatever they are is Brokencyde.  They appeared to have more support than almost any other band on the tour based on the comments that were left on their page.  It couldn't possibly be the worst thing I had ever heard, right?

Wrong.  "Freaxxx," the supposed hit single by Brokencyde is, without a doubt, the worst thing that has ever happened to music.  There's just so much wrong with this, from start to finish, that it's hard to describe, but that's what this blog is here for so I'm going to give it my best shot.

There is no reason, EVER, to combine these two genres of music.  Yes, it's so severe that I had to capitalize it, bold it, and italicize it.  Known around the world as "crunkcore," it's apparently dance music about partying and hooking up with loose women, with hardcore vocals which are generally found in the background.  It starts out with the hardcore screaming, and then goes onto auto-tuned lyrics about going to the club, drinking a bunch, and meeting some hookers (which they have to be to even remotely get interested in these two fucks) for what they consider to be a good evening.  Of course, they're in the streets (where people like this clearly come from), and dancing with low-rent strippers in front of expensive rental cars to get the following message across:  we know how to party.  Or something.

And then, of course, there's a pig.  I mean, why wouldn't there be a pig dancing with them?  Human-size pigs hang out at street parties all the time!

They go on to name some expensive brand names, since they obviously have money and these things are always meant to be associated with hardcore.  If these kids ever went within five miles of a hardcore show, they'd get their asses kicked.  I promise you that.

The song goes on and on and on and gets freakier and freakier with each passing second, but never actually gets good.  I challenge anyone to find anything, and I mean anything remotely appealing about this song.

But wait, just when you thought they'd stop at one song, they came back for more!

More animals, more hookers, more bad.  I made it through a minute of this before I had to shut it off.  It makes me want to scream at Brokencyde, their producers, their label, and their parents for this ever being created.

Guys, if you're going to do the party gimmick, do it right, and don't try to blend two genres of music that don't belong together while doing it.

Abu Dhabi's going to start to hate us soon, but hey, we can't have this shit over here.  I bet they'd like the beach anyway.

-Matt