“How many times must the canonballs fly… Before they’re forever banned” -Bob Dylan
“How many times must the Canonballs fly… Before they’re forever dead” -Bob Villian
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“How many times must the canonballs fly… Before they’re forever banned” -Bob Dylan
“How many times must the Canonballs fly… Before they’re forever dead” -Bob Villian
Bob Vylan are amazing, everyone should listen to “The price of life”. Elite tier political punk album.
I hadn’t ever heard about them before the zionist-appeasing wimps at BBC Streisand effected the hell out of them so I haven’t heard much of their stuff yet, but We Live Here is literally a perfect example of a great punk song IMO ❤️
Saw Bob Vylan in the mud and muck last year at Louder than Life, and that’s the performance that has stuck with me the most by far from that fest. Such a high energy performer, and there were only maybe a couple hundred people in the crowd (early set, on one of the smaller side stages, so kind of expected). The messages in the lyrics are spot on too, but it was kinda funny looking around at all the rural Kentuckians there looking all uncomfortable and rolling their eyes when they realized what they were listening to lmao
Dudes really talented too if you haven’t listened to them yet:
Controversy? What controversy? The only people who are butt-hurt are the genocide apologists. And I don’t really give a shit what they think.
Wha-a-a-a-a???
Crowdsourced demonization is pathetically slipshod, like all mob rule.
Is that the Rock autographing munitions?
It’s David Draiman
Who? I’d look him up, but judging by this photo I don’t think I really want to know.
It’s not Disturbed, it’s Distributed.
Remember that time his mom came into the studio and started whooping his ass while he was recording?
No mommy, don’t do it again
Don’t do it again, I’ll be a good boy
I’ll be a good boy, I promise
No, mommy, don’t hit me, oh-ooh
Kirca@lemmy.world 1 day ago
Jesus Christ. It’s so exhausting to continually hear of absolute depravity from people who I used to think were so cool (albeit for this loser, it was when I was like 14).
Passerby6497@lemmy.world 1 day ago
I’m so glad I stopped caring about disturbed close to 20 years ago. Plus, that album after inside the fire was fucking trash.
I saw them live at an open air festival before COVID and that was such a disappointing show. Definitely killed any interest I had, and this just buries the body.
Skyline969@lemmy.ca 1 day ago
I’ve got a good Draiman story. Disturbed played in my city in 2009. It was an all day music festival. I was on my feet all day which aggravated my old knee injury. Disturbed were the last or second to last band to play at night, so by the time they came on I was in so much pain. I went and sat down in the closest section to me.
The band comes out and plays their set. A bit of the way through Draiman does some crowd interaction. He calls for everyone to stand up. Everyone does, except for my section. He pointed at us and went “what is this, the fucking pussy section?” I looked around… it was the disabled section.
So anyway, that’s the story of how I got called a pussy by Draiman.
marighost@piefed.social 1 day ago
this is so fucking disappointing
bitjunkie@lemmy.world 1 day ago
For real. I got to see Disturbed live when I was 18 and now I’m disgusted with myself for ever thinking Dave was such a badass.
EndlessNightmare@reddthat.com 18 hours ago
Yeah, I regret ever giving this asshole money. Him and the dude from Staind.
cevn@lemmy.world 1 day ago
W o w. Never listening to that again.
Soup@lemmy.world 1 day ago
And their version of “Sound of Silence” is the good one, too. Goddamnit.
Diddlydee@feddit.uk 1 day ago
I always thought that was a terrible cover. I couldn’t grasp why it was so well received.
bridgeenjoyer@sh.itjust.works 1 day ago
Umm, it’s fucking hot garbage shit. Kids today haven’t listened to Bridge over Troubled water all the way through, guaranteed. What a sad realization.