Everyone needs their own mission statement

I've been reading Crisis album reviews all afternoon, because when I get obsessed with a band, television show or person, I REALLY get obsessed. I've been sending awesome tidbits to Jake like the following:

The music is heavy, unclean, and disturbing, presenting a nightmare landscape accentuated by Karyn's angry roars and impish squeaks.

Once your cerebral cortex has warmed over to the idea of a woman fronting one of the heaviest bands on the scene today, the thorny exercise in catharsis that is Deathshead Extermination should have lovers of the jagged and tumultuous bowing in reverence.

Karyn's vocals duel throughout this track like two starving jackals fighting over a bloody corpse.

A blistering, hate-riddled necessity.

Jake: That's my new description of you when people ask.

Me: Ha!

Jake: "What's Jessica's story?" "She's a blistering, hate-riddled necessity."