The Longest Face: Morbid lyrics, stupid masks, shit on hands. You think you’re funny but you’re not. Moshing on the same rhythms like my grandma on polka ball. You think you’re grind but you will never get it, all you’ve got is face enough to iron on it. I will never accept your shit.

Fastcore Food: Fastcore Food! Majkl thrashing potatoes. Fastcore Food! Smoking hard, drinking hard. Fastcore Food! Disco dance, non-stop party. Fastcore Food! Eat fast or die! Eat fast in Fastcore Food! Ondra chopping tomatoes. Fastcore Food! Kavron grinding the garlic. Fastcore Food! Kája mincing onion. Fastcore Food! Have the munchies? Tortillas are biggest hit, Fastcore Food is the shit. Better than Mc Donalds! Meeting friends from all the world, sugar is what the crusties want. Would you like the tofu burger or a little of the lentil soup? Dave and Nikola drink Božkov and cola, Ilona and Kriz enjoy vodka and milk! Eat fast or die! Eat fast in Fastcore Food!  Note: This is how it goes in our food stand called “Fastcore Food” at the Play Fast or Don’t Fest.

My New iPhone is More Crusty Than Yours: My new iPhone is more crusty than your shitty iPhone 4. Buy an iPhone, be a crustie! Chatting with your roommate: “Have you got the new app that can wipe your ass?” Messaging with your room mate who sits just 2 meters away. I hate your shitty post-rock band more than the Czech post-office. I would rather read a Christmas postcard than a status about your post- shit. Taking selfies with your mommy while eating spaghetti Bolognese. My new iPhone is more crusty than your shitty iPhone 4. Buy an iPhone, be a crustie! Watching live someone’s fucking your wife, downloading porn for 20 crowns. I hate your post- whatever shit. My new iPhone is more crusty than your shitty iPhone 4. Buy an iPhone, be a crustie!

Powerviolence Wannabes: Wanna play like Hellnation but you sound like Anal Cunt. Powerviolence wannabes playing their shitty crusty riffs. Magrudergrind on Brutal Assault. What’s next step of progress? ACxDC on MTV.

Braník Violence: Braník… Violence… Silence. We don’t wanna Pilsner Urquel. Proletar beer, working class drink, best of the worst, one of the cheapest. At home, at rehearsal, on the street, in a car: Wanna smoke weed, drink Braník, listen to the powerviolence. Wanna smoke weed, drink Braník. Bring me some Braník, man!