It's got a few decent songs, but it's whatever. Moz is still based, but not every album can be a banger.

>>130284592
if you are even slightly critical of immigration or other non western cultures at any point you have earned the eternal ire of the journo class

soulless boring limp wristed low test music for homos and teenager chicks

It's funny that he was pissing his pants about being censored for being too edgy then finally releases his own music and it's this dreck

>>130284592
Nothing. It's a solid 8/10
>>130284611
Many are saying this
>>130284612
They're also saying this
>>130284663
>>130284759
No one is saying this aside from mind-raped and booty gaped residents of Pakistan

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>>130284663
>soulless boring limp wristed low test music for homos and teenager chicks

>>130284592
Post Liberal remorse award

>>130286430
Cooked his ass

I saw an obese neckbeard wearing a Morrissey shirt on the way to the corner store today. Just throught I'd throw that out

if moz was constantly going on about how amazing pakistani food is and how drumpf is hitler all these rags would be cumming out the ass

>>130284592
>clunky lyrics
That has always been Mozza's forte. Why is this and issue now lol

>>130286362
>moz solo release #8703 two steps down from literally perfect
Fanaticism

>>130286430
Pajeets are still seething about Bengali in Platforms.

We're ALL waiting for Bonfire.

>>130290137
It is an 8/10 album. The second side in particular is really good.

>>130290687
What's a 10/10 album and a 5/10 album to you, just so I have some frame of reference for this opinion?

>>130290851
>What's a 10/10 album
The Smiths s/t
>and a 5/10
Boomslang

>>130289828
>>130290130
Settle down, Muhammad
>>130290997
Goddamn, anon. I'm assuming that retard had a family. You didn't have to kill him.

>>130284592
The summer that I broke my arm
I waited for your letter
I have no feeling for you now
Now that I know you better

I wish that I could have loved you then
Before our age was through
And before a world war does with us
Whatever it will do

Dreamt I drove home to Houston
On a highway that was underground
There was no light that we could see
As we listened to the sound of the engine failing

I feel like I've been living in
A city with no children in it
A garden left for ruin by a millionaire inside
Of a private prison

You never trust a millionaire
Quoting the sermon on the mount
I used to think I was not like them
But I'm beginning to have my doubts
My doubts about it

When you're hiding underground
The rain can't get you wet
Do you think your righteousness
Can pay the interest on your debt?
I have my doubts about it

I feel like I've been living in
A city with no children in it
A garden left for ruin by a millionaire inside
Of a private prison

I feel like I've been living in
A city with no children in it
A garden left for ruin by and by
As I hide inside
Of my private prison