#witchgrinder

[tenbilliondraculas]

unreasonably attracted to this guy from witchgrinder last night

[watermonkeystuff]

Witchgrinder live.

[watermonkeystuff]

Witchgrinder live.

[the-silver-sea]

There's only one way to spend friday the 13th, and that's seeing my faves @witchgrinder performing. 🖤🖤 Had an absolute blast last night. #witchgrinder #bendigohotel #metal #localband #forgemetalnightclub https://www.instagram.com/p/B2ZM-aggjgh/?igshid=kotaw2gex5au

[mrwarmaxx]

Im up on 1K views it is awesome! I love the games i play and im playing when i got time! Always putting up the greatest content with Russian & English language! Thank you for all the views! @twitch @youtube #twitch #twitchaffiliate #twitchstreamer #witchgrinder #twitchgamer #twitchstream #streamer #streams #youtube #youtuber #youtubers #youtubegamer #youtubegamers #gamer #gaming #game #russia #sweden #usa #maximusmadgamer #fighting #rpg #shooter https://www.instagram.com/p/Bvr40-uHal1/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1dfwika032m6h

[spiel-ein-spiel-mit-mir]

[the-silver-sea]

Witchgrinder last night was fucking amazing. 😍🖤 Highlights included Rob complementing me on my hair, speaking with Travis after the show, and dancing with the lead singer from one of the other bands who played. #witchgrinder #heavymetal #industrialmetal #localmusic #melbourne

[seat-safety-switch]

They called it the Witchgrinder. It made horsepower the same way that throwing a running circular saw with the trigger ziptied down into a child’s pizza party made fun for the whole family. I knew I was onto something special when the President Himself called me halfway through wiring up the Megasquirt harness and offered me a brand new Lincoln Continental if I’d stop.

Well, the Lincoln Continental is FWD now, isn’t it, Mr. President?

I could hear the gasps and the panic-attack hyperventilation of the other car-show competitors when the massive mill swiftly hurled inch-thick columns of flame out of the car’s side exit exhaust every time the ITBs slammed shut on throttle lift. Richer than me, I liked to tell my friends. But nobody would truly understand the Witchgrinder like the many civilians who interrogated me at gas stations, trying to slot it into their internal mental model of what cars were.

One man - and I remain forever envious of him for weathering the transition so well - asked me if it was some kind of new Mustang from Japan. I looked at him from above my mirrorshades, set the lock on the high-pressure E85 pump nozzle, and wordlessly flipped open the front-hinged hood. He gazed deep into the heart of the monster, and I could see his pupils dilate in a textbook fear response. His sacrifice won’t be forgotten: I last saw him sitting against the pump in a puddle of his own urine, repeating the words “who is Datsun?” to an uncaring sky.

Smeared in neon as it idled through downtown, the Witchgrinder looked for all the world like a Jaguar E-Type on fire. Sometimes I would wonder why the gas station people never wanted to know about me. Maybe they didn’t want to entertain the possibility that I was a closer relative to them than the carbon-fibre-and-knives Z was to their Camry.