I attended my next-door-neighbor's auction today. He passed away recently. His whole life was out there on the auction block - the house, the cars, the furniture, everything.

As they went through all of his belongings and described them to the crowd in auctioneer/salesman-like fashion I couldn't help but wonder how an auction of my own life's accumulations would go.

Here we have some kind of uh...looks like a vampire with rats. Vampire with rats, who'll give me 20 dollars? Do I hear 20? 20-20-20-20-20-20-20 15-15-15-15-15-15-15-15-15 do I hear 10-10-10-10-10-10-10-10...

Porno mags, action figures, weird books, obscure CDs/tapes/albums...man. My shit is worthless. They wouldn't get more than $500 for my entire estate. If today's crowd is any indication, auction crowds would not be likely to give a shit about a double-gatefold The Soil Bleeds Black album on vinyl.

Speaking of things nobody gives a shit about, here's a few new reviews for you.

Mercyful Fate: "Melissa"
Mercyful Fate: "The Beginning"
Lake Of Tears: "A Crimson Cosmos"
Celtic Frost: "Into The Pandemonium"
Root: "The Black Seal"
Naglfar: "Vittra"
Suicidal Tendencies: "Suicidal Tendencies"
Primus: "Frizzle Fry"
Old Man's Child: "Born Of The Flickering"
On Thorns I Lay: "Future Narcotic"

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