Is there anything more hardcore than pancakes, dripping with butter and doused with real maple syrup? Now that I'm a grown up sometimes I go out and get pancakes for dinner and I just feel like the fucking king of everything, like I have grabbed time by the nuts and forced it to serve me, to make breakfast a dinner food. It's so fucking good.
I love pancakes, but not as much as Joanie "Bologna" Young, who has written a grindcore song about them - with the help of her dad, Adam "Blackula" Young (apparently not the guy from Owl City, btw). This is a pretty amazing song, and Joanie is righteous as a vocalist.
Thanks to Dan Whitehead for the link.