Guns N' Roses - Welcome to the Jungle
I wanna hear you scream!
And best believe i wanna see you cream!
Cos' if you can't beat 'em, eat 'em. and for those of you not close enough to witness the train wreck first hand, just know that this is the unofficial end of a deep and dark, annihilating, seemingly infinite blood-and-sorrow saga that somehow finds me in the hipster haven of Williamsburg, Brooklyn, residing in the catacombs of Shooting Gallery Studios myspace.com/shootinggallerystudios, headquarters of Brooklyn beef rock outfit Lion On Oil (myspace.com/liononoil).
which leads me back to the crack again, yeah. because this habitat inarguably serves as one of the bastions of the GNR resurgence that coincides with the 20th anniversary of "Appetite For Destruction."
So when we blow lines off that Rolling Stone with Axl and Co. on the cover at 9 a.m., don't think it's some kind of cunt stunt, some fucking fashion statement. Naw munhhfucka. It's carrying the torch, as it were.