Fast forward to the 1:37 mark. Then please join me in stabbing out your ear drums. Personally, I’m going to use a broken fork I stole from the campus dining center in college. I stole the fork because it had only two tines on the outside, and no tines in the middle. Perfect for going Oedipus on your earballs.
Author’s Note: Before you ask, I don’t know a damn thing about this guy, why he’s singing in an invented language, or who exactly is stepping on his testicles to make him sing like a cat in a blender. If you know anything about this dude, please feel free to keep it to yourself. The LAST thing I need at this point is to obssess about this madman with the indestructible hair-helmet. Watching things like this is probably why I can’t sleep at night.