I Hate That Fucking Sound.

Yeah. There it is, I said it. You know what I'm talking about. That gleeful syncopated bounce that just loops again and again, just begging me to kick the shit out of the TV. Da-da-daduDA-da-da-DUMMMM! How insipid are those synthesized beeps and twangs, little droplets of infectious auditory torment gathering over time like itchy rain collecting and dripping from the bottom of a chin. This isn't music. This is fuel for a powerful dementia. Recipe for becoming a serial killer/cannibal: plug in N64. Turn on frighteningly addictive game. Win round. Leave N64 on at the final score screen and stare/listen FOREVER. After listening to the same 32 measures for 10 million times you will get an uncontrollable urge to gut Kirby with a switchblade. Regardless of whether he can turn into a rock and get 10-4=6 kills. Thanks guys. I hope you had fun. I'll be billing my anti-psychotic drugs to you.