Well said that man!

I couldn't understand a word the bloke masquerading as a singer shouted into the microphone so I googled the lyrics - which I've pasted below - to gain some insight but remain baffled. He has tons of form for linking shite bands who create an awful din.

Helmet - Blacktop:

Your self control might be a muscle spasm
New direction isn't everlasting though
I grope for straws, you've got to plan this week
Then the crutch dissolves, well she's just too sweet
Ration of blacktop on the slope of nowhere
Came out to greet the unresponsive stare
Turn green with envy over something you missed
You didn't know what, when you fell down in it
Walk on…