Jr. Bacon Record Club: July 2014

The primary purpose of this blog is to document the records we play so that the one guy who reads this blog who isn't in this club knows what the fuck is going on. Well, guy, I must explain our absence.

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After the demon Torcor sucked us into a hell dimension things took a turn for the worse. We were only permitted to play 1990s nu-metal records that skipped. Torcor forced himself into the group. He always played ICP.

Torcor loved ICP.

This is a thinly-disguised Torcor at an ICP concert:

Look GUY, I won't bore you with too many details, and to be honest the rest of us would love to put the last several months behind us. We hold deep in our hearts the horrorz of our time in hell. It was hot and we just had one of those toy record players and Torcor wouldn't let us eat bacon. He ate the bacon in front of us. We were forced to become vegans. I mean what the fuck Torcor?

Eventually we rose up. I liberated the Axis of Brancor from Torcor's room and opened a portal back home. We weren't able to save Stroble. Torcor arrived just as he was climbed through the portal and sucked him back in. He showed up this Sunday, shoes untied and stains on his shorts and hair askew. He didn't look great. When I asked him how he escaped he just shook his head and closed his eyes. I knew. I knew.

Allen still has nightmares, poor guy. Others feel the horrorz of our time in hell differently. In some sort of weird fucking Stockholm Syndrome kind of shit, Crafty only listens to ICP now. We're like dude Crafty Torcor is dead Allen threw a record like a frisbee and decapitated him you don't have to pretend anymore.

Crafty just says: "Yeah...I know man...."

It's devastating, really.

Anyway GUY, that's what happened.

Here's what got played at our first meeting since January, the TORCOR IS DEAD EDITION

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Shawn: Sid Barrett - The Madcap Laughs

Side B; 1970