22 10 2008

Hello world.



25 06 2008

So I could wipe off the dust and cobwebs and post here again, but first I have to:

– Eat some cinnamon toast, maybe with a little chamomile

– Listen to Sound on Sound

– Find a job

– Download some more Dave Brubeck albums

– Finish (or fall asleep in the folds of) my F. Scott Fitzgerald books

– Try not to act like such a damn hipster

Be Right Back…

16 05 2008

Well, some circumstances have arisen which prevent me from updating this blog until about mid-June… which also explains my recent lack of activity. Hang in there… all 8 of you who regularly read this.

New Album Review: We Are The Nightmare

27 04 2008

I haven’t claimed to be unbiased in my reviews, so I think I should start out this review by saying that Arsis is a little bit of a guilty pleasure. When I listen to them, I can’t help but feel like there is something clandestinely gay about them… like if they had choppy emo haircuts and wrote songs about serial killers then they would be full-fledged deathcore wannabes, and all the teenage girls with raccoon hair would be all over their nuts. Maybe it’s Malone’s voice, maybe it’s the occasionally cheesy melodicism, maybe it’s their always cheesy lyrics.

Anyways, despite all of this I still enjoyed their first three releases (even though United in Regret was mediocre at times), and I had good expectations for this album. And most of them weren’t met. Sure, the title track is catchy enough, what with the band throwing in a melodic little refrain every chance they can. The songs continue on in fairly typical Arsis fashion, always trying a little too hard to be technical, yet still retaining a quality about them that makes them seem fit for it. However, I have to say that the attempt at progressiveness by drummer Darren Cesca muddies up the continuity and flow of the songs. They try to throw in too many un-needed details, and it ends up sounding like a bit of a mess. And I also have to say that there is a strange anemic quality to the guitars as well. In certain parts (especially the intro to “Shattering the Spell”), they just don’t carry the weight they should, and end up being a little whiny. Speaking of which, James Malone…


In Other News…

24 04 2008

Everyone loves fried chicken. It’s not just a black people thing. Whites, Asians, Hispanics, African-Americans, Middle Eastern people, Native Americans, whoever you are, get together and get some chicken. Personally, I like mine with a jalapeƱo pepper squeezed on to it, so that the spicy nectar can run all over the chicken and give it some more kick.


18 04 2008

Last night I was feeling pretty restless, so I decided to hike into the woods behind my house. The air inside was warm and stolid, and as I stepped outside I could smell the sweetness of cherry blossoms coming in for the spring. The winter cold I had felt accustomed to was gone, and in its place new life had stepped forward.

Light in hand, my feet crackling through the twigs and the underbrush, I walked until I could no longer hear any sound but the wind and my own breath. I found a clearing, and it was there that I decided to rest for a while. I sat on a slight incline that seemed as if it were made for me to be there, and I emptied my mind of everything. Occasionally some pseudo-philosophical or limerent thought would cross my mind, but for the most part, I was completely gone. I laid down on a bed of pine needles and stared into the sky, and felt every breath coming in and out of me. For a moment at least, I had left the world behind. Most of all, I was glad that I had found a place to think.

After a while, I decided to let my thoughts trickle back a few at a time. I thought about everyone I knew, and what I would say to them if they were there. I thought about where I would go in the outside world, and how I would live if I stayed. I wished that I could have a fire.

New Album Review: obZen

15 04 2008

When I heard Meshuggah was working on a new album for 2008, needless to say, I was excited. They had set the bar high with Catch 33, and I was eager to see how they could possibly progress from, in my opinion, one of the greatest metal albums of all time. However, that’s where my expectations for this album peaked. After they started releasing information on the album, claiming it would be a return to their thrash roots and a step away from the progressiveness of their last few albums, I felt a little sinking feeling. I felt an even larger one after they released an image of the cover, along with the title of the album. Needless to say, it’s a strangely fake-looking man with three disproportionately large hands covered in blood. And the name they chose was obZen, which doesn’t really mean anything at all.

And then came the fuzzy internet-radio rip of “Bleed”, which kept my interest the same way a 3 hour visit to the Department of Motor Vehicles would. It was at this point I pretty much gave up. How could the band that could always be counted on to defy the convictions of music leave itself behind like this? And then the album came out. With one gleam of boyish hope still left in my heart, I picked up the album in haste.

The first thing that struck me about the album was its sheer heaviness, in all aspects of play and production. The sometimes groovy, sometimes staccato attack of the dual 8-string guitars reaches a level of heaviness higher than I thought even these guys could achieve. The drum production does not disappoint, as it did with Hate Eternal’s Fury and Flames (which was cool enough, but nothing special). Jens Kidman’s harsh yell is the same as it has always been, and still works well, contributing to the intensity of their sound. The most notable tracks on this album are the opener, “Combustion”, which opens sounding like a Tool song and then proceeds straight to thrashy goodness, and the title track, “obZen”, which could be the most crushingly heavy song ever. Maybe.