#hell yes it does

You’ve known for a long time. But you don’t tell anyone else, do you? Because it frightens you. You know there’s something of the Weevil about you. On one level, it’s just a post-traumatic thing. You identify with their bestiality, because you know that beneath the snarls, beneath the aggression, are intelligent, communal beings who need one another. And, like the Weevils, Owen Harper wants to believe he can survive alone, when what he really needs is a good hug.

does this go hard or nah?

I prefer some hardass german motherfuckers who sing about incest and other crazy shit, who fake anal sex on stage and the lead singer cums with foam on the fans OVER some fucking pussies who sing about how they wanna bang you on a table, drinking expensive champagne and the next day going to another hoe.