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COF, I know this is so mainstream, but actually woke me up. I was banished to a catholic school for the first 8 years of my education, and through the "SIN FILTER" I was behind, Marilyn Manson was THE hardest thing out there in all our minds. So, naturally, I went out and tried to buy every Manson album I could find. I listened to them religiously, and thought I was a badass. Then, one night I was watching MTV of all things and pounding vodka and mountain dew (my fav drink), and Nymphetamine came on head bangers ball. I fell in love, drunk and stumbling as I rushed my computer to download everything I could about this band. I had listened to Slipknot and Mudvayne and Mushroomhead, but none of that is close to the seizure of excitement that crawled through me when I saw that video. I stumbled on Dimmu about 4 months ago by accident, [had a music video in the special features of Alone in the Dark (which if you see I will slowly cut your throat with a rusty spoon)], and although I have to give credit and respect to Dimmu because I could not do what they do, COF will hold a special place in whats left of my heart for waking me up and showing me what and incredible pussy I was up until that point. The lyrics of the songs are perfect pleasure poetry and the deliverance of it in the screech growl of Danni is amazing. The drummer and guitarists are amazing and must bleed speed or battery acid or something to get those beats out of them. Cradle of Filth is incredible.
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