Scrap-Metal's audio Reviews on Newgrounds

[Axe Death - Here's Johnny]

Proves that speed isn't everything

Unless you're into "speed" if ya get ma drift... It's really damn catchy, and kept me well over entertained. (yes, I'm talking about the song)

Rating: 5
Current Score: 4.22 (+0.0037)

GoreBastard responds:

Aarrr cheers man!
Fucking glad you like this one! I need to make more slow ones. This song is cool, I've not listened to it for fucking years. Maybe I should re-make this one some day!!

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

[Death Vulture]

Why do I feel sticky?

Ah fuck you man! These were good pants, too!

I have no constructive comment to insert. Meh.

\m/(x,x)\m/

Rating: 5
Current Score: 4.68 (+0.12)

GoreBastard responds:

YES DUUUUDE!!!

I might even upload another one when the clock ticks over the the next Newgrounds day in about 30 mins!!

Cheers for listening and voting mate, it's totally awesome of you!!

(sorry about the pants man!)

[Annihilative Intent]

Good! ....ah who the fuck am I kidding?!

You don't get nearly as much recognition as you deserve. You're a beast of a musician. You might not get as many votes/listens/whatthefuckever as some of the other people here, but that don't mean SHIT.

ROCK ON TILL YOU GET A HARD ON!

Rating: 5
Current score: 5 (unchanged)

GoreBastard responds:

Hey thanks man!

"Rock on till you get a hard on!"

Hahaaaa, I definately will man!!
Cheers for the awesome review and votage!
It's that stuff that makes me keep doing this shizzzzz!!!

[Waking the Beast]

Wicked stuff ya got there.

I have no real criticism about it. I couldn't complain about this if I tried to. I guess it is a little repetitive.

Rating: 5
Current score: 4.19 (+0.0053)

Bad-Man-Incorporated responds:

Haha, thanks man

[802(Final)-Metaljonus]

\m/ {} , {} \m/

Dude, that was badass. 802 just got even more wicked, if that's even possible. You're probably the one artist here that actually makes an influence on my style, despite the fact that I'm not a god of the axe. I've only got about 2 years of skill, but your stuff really helps me come up with some sweet riffs.

Rating: 5
Current score: 4.48 (+0.0071)

Metaljonus responds:

Thanks man! I glad I could be of some influence. ;)

[C is for Cookie]

I don't know what to say

That's fucking messed up. I'm showing this to my friends, they'll laugh their fucking asses off! You're a genius.

Zakimations responds:

Thank for very much for the awesome review!!

[DOOM 1: [Hangar Cover]]

I could have sworn I've heard song somewhere else.

The song in the Hangar level seems so fucking similar to a riff from
"Master of Puppets" by Metallica. I swear, there's something going on with that. Anyway, as for your cover song. Amazing, I have to say. Your music kicks so much ass that your shoes smell like shit! Rock on

Definitely worth a 5.

Kor-Rune responds:

Yep, the dude that composed the doom songs just copied lots of popular riffs.

[Distant Town]

Great song --AND A SCENARIO!

A heavy-duty prison, somewhere out in the middle of nowhere, home to the world's most possessed, sadistic, and violent people. Mass murderers, terrorists, and many others. The prison loses power during a violent storm, all the lights go down, other than a few powered by a backup generator. The cell's doors are unlocked, as the run on a computer system. A young janitor, 5 hours after the breakout, is perhaps the only person not being brutally executed. He is within a small room, presumably his closet. No weaponry, no defenses, only stealth. He cautiously opens his door, poking his head out to check. He makes his way through about 10 cell divisions, each one recently painted red. Smashed skulls, maimed corpses, bare torsos, decapitated bodies, and likewise are scattered everywhere. The janitor simply stares, mouth agape. A door suddenly opens, and his friend, a guard is screaming shouts of fatality. The janitor can only watch as an odd humanoid leaps upon the guard, devouring him. The guard can only shout cries of anguish, before finally passing on. Prisoners are the least of his worries. As he steps away, the being instantly turns his attention to the fleeing janitor. A chilling howl is heard throughout the prison, percussive enough to burst a man's eardrums within 15 feet. The janitor escapes, sprinting through rainwater...and blood. He makes it to his truck, hurriedly and desperately attempting to unlock it. He jumps in, quickly starting the Ford. He drives away, around 60 MPH, spraying mud everywhere. However. as he sped away, he was unknowingly followed by the horde. Perhaps closer than he thought. As he drove through a forest path, many sets of radiant yellow eyes suddenly burst open.

His truck was eventually found, as a nearby town expanded. However, the janitor was never heard from again. That town was later quarantined, leaving the civilians trapped in a sort of hell. Things were fine, until 3 weeks later, when the power went out.

punk7890 responds:

I love reading stories like this. Thanks a bunch for posting these!
Glad you enjoyed it and I enjoyed reading this. :)

[There lurking]

Another haunting melody --Hell yeah

It really does set a mood for being lost. Reminds me of a dream I had.

Nah, I'm not gonna post another huge ass comment like I did on Desert Dream :)

punk7890 responds:

Awww I like stories :(

Glad you liked it! Check out my list of audio on my user page.

[Desert Dream]

Perfect for a horror scenario

I love this freaking track. As it says in the title, this would be great for a horror scenario.

The picture put in my head: A destroyed city plaza, perhaps remnants of
World War ll. A woman wakes up in an alley, confused as to where she has come to be at. She wanders out into the center of the plaza, looking around. She feels cold, as if there is wind, but nothing is moving around her. Not even the leaves on a dying tree. A muscular man, begins to stalk her. He has heavy bandaging over his face, stained with blood. He is holding a rusty combat knife. She begins to walk towards a gate, which is locked. As she turns around, the man is 10 yards away from her. He stops, not uttering a word, not taking a breath, but staring. She tries to talk to him, but he simply stares. She begins to walk away, and the man seems to follow her movements directly with his head. She walks about 1 mile away, hoping to find out where she is. She comes upon a town. It seems to be untouched by the war, but empty. Like a ghost town. Desolation. She hears a scream coming from a nearby residence. The woman feels compelled to act. She opens a door to the home, finding two corpses, strewn across the floor. Each one, precisely cut across their throats. As she turns around, trying to flee, the last sight she ever encountered was a rusty blade.

punk7890 responds:

Wow thats pretty deep. Great review! Thanks a bunch!
Someone should write a flash to your story.

Glad you enjoyed it. :)