"That's not very nice, Randal." "I know, Randal. "
Obscurantism has a downside -- I'm as shocked & appalled as you are, gentle reader -- namely, acolytes wishing to subscribe to your newsletter finding out much too late about the limited-edition (as in 100 pressed, total, limited-edition) distribution of the second manifesto from your sordid little circle. But no matter, black magic bastards. Complete slut for fuzzed out 70s doom worship bleeding lyrically upon the altar of Hammer & Argento & exploitation that I am, all is forgiven & you'll get some filthy lucre when you press some plastic.
What gets the rump into retro recidivism are toe-tappingly tasty grooves, a spit of jazz, a polish of swiveling hips, Black Sabbath Meets The Bride of the 13th Floor Elevators complete with a bellowing insanity echo of a vocalist. Above, 'twas the party down the block from Dracula AD 1972, whose acid's better, who knows, try 'em both. Vintage equipment, supposedly, as info on these Englished is minimal, churns forth realms us suburban heshers gleefully found in the aforementioned filmography, in American Halloween, in Salem's Lot sideburns bug-eyed before subterranean nightmares made flesh.
Shambling from insistent burns (I'll Cut You Down, Ritual Knife) to dusted mini-epics (Death's Door, 13 Candles) to half-cocked amphetamine rippers (I'm Here To Kill You, complete with spiraling, early Maiden outro) to the strangely beautiful untitled acid folk bonus track, Blood Lust is a lovely purpling of their already swanky debut, though I publicly plead for releases beyond vinyl snobbery, mostly because I don't have a turntable, very un-70s, I know. For penance, I'll slaughter something gruesomely.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
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I don't have a turntable, very un-70s
My wife found her's, along with her teenage record collection recently. All last weekend I found out she liked Donny and Marie, a lot.
, whose acid's better, who knows, try 'em both.
I've heard it's best to avoid the brown acid.
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For penance, I'll slaughter something gruesomely.
You finally got the job at Famous Ray's? Congrats, bro!
Rgds,
Tengrain
BB, you poor bastard. I suggest combining copious amounts of booze & power chords.
if, and the brown M&Ms.
tengrain, um, yeah, sure, finally.
Black Sabbath Meets The Bride of the 13th Floor Elevators
That's an idea I can support with my aural aesthetic!
Rock and/or roll power, forever!
"toe-tappingly tasty grooves...Black Sabbath Meets The Bride of the 13th Floor Elevators..."
Works for me.
I'm assuming that your fellow wheelie bus and batcave denizens are amused at your metal face when experiencing such candy for one's ears.
tom, 'tis a monster platter, the belle of the season so far.
thatgirl, you know what they say about assuming. Like ogling fair lasses, I've learned to keep the metal face under wraps until sorely needed to end wars, spread kindness or introduce the air claw.
begging your forgiveness, sire, but pray tell... could you say more about the aforementioned air claw? I am utterly unfamiliar with it!
I think I was at an Alice Cooper concert that night.
Dare I hit the play button and have my eardrums split once more? Much like Charlie Brown kicking the football and Lucy pulling it away I think I'll pass.
Surely you have other tastes in music and not just of the ear shattering variety.
karl of the österreich, a springtime metal show, we witnessed a young man push the air guitarly arts to a new level.
susan, that bastard lied to us. School's never out for summer, dammit.
demeur, dude, you've heard Sabbath, it's not like headphoning Suffocation or Portal. Expand your mind, gentle hippie.
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