The Matt Peters

Member Since: 1/3/2007
Total Mixes: 2
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Covers From Hell

Artist Song Buy
Anal Cunt  Escape (The Pina Colada Song)  buy on itunes
Atreyu  You Give Love A Bad Name  buy on itunes
Pantera  Cat Scratch Fever  buy on itunes
Smashing Pumpkins  Landslide  buy on itunes
Iced Earth  Burnin' For You  buy on itunes
Lacuna Coil  Enjoy The Silence  buy on itunes
Avenged Sevenfold  Walk  buy on itunes
Between The Buried And Me  Bicycle Race  buy on itunes
Van Halen  You Really Got Me  buy on itunes
Marilyn Manson  Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)  buy on itunes
Brand New Sin  House Of The Rising Sun  buy on itunes
Metallica  Last Caress/ Green Hell  buy on itunes
Killswitch Engage  Holy Diver  buy on itunes
Shadows Fall  Welcome To The Machine  buy on itunes
Guns N' Roses  Live And Let Die  buy on itunes
Trivium  Master Of Puppets  buy on itunes
The Presidents Of The United States Of America  Kick Out The Jams  buy on itunes
Me First And The Gimme Gimmes  Uptown Girl  buy on itunes
Vomitron  Ghostbusters  buy on itunes
Rancid  Sheena Is A Punk Rocker  buy on itunes
Johnny Cash  Hurt  buy on itunes


This is my first mix for this site. What better way to start then a mix of some of my favorite cover versions?


Date: 1/14/2007
love these covers...holy crap, a dio cover? i have to hear that.
Welcome aboard, and may I say there's no greater way to introduce yourself than with a little Anal Cunt. Being a MF&GG fan, I think they should cover this entire list!
Date: 1/15/2007
Welcome, you mad, metal-lovin' mix-monkey. From Anal Cunt's brutal bashing of Rupert Holme's marital masterpiece to Johnny Cash's darker than dark rendition of Mr. Reznor's drugs despair, self-harm lament: you have burst upon AOTM wearing your Cloak of Doom. And yet, like V in V For Vendetta, your rictus grin may be easily discerned beneath the darkness. There really is some curious sense to be made of this mix. I have stared, mouth agape at the track list, the tunes banging around my addled brain, until the sounds finally coalesce into a semblance of enjoyable cacophony. I will probably have to re-create the damned thing in order to find true inner peace. It's as though you took aim at some unseen and indeterminate target, and hit the bloody bulls-eye. What were the chances?I think I'm saying I like it, but I don't know why. Now that's the way to make an entrance. Hello.

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