Goldicot Culls The Week - XV

by Goldicot on Tue, Jul 22, 2025

Load me a demon lung

What was supposed to be a weekly column of timely reports on current events has become a sporadic smattering of recollections of bygone days with month-long latency. Silver linings on dark clouds be what they are, there is freedom in failure, and an infinity of gestation awaits in the wake of a missed deadline. Perhaps this ephemeragraphy grows greater in import with increased temporal distance. Or perhaps the limits of a dimension are constant, no matter your relation.

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Goldicot Culls The Week - XIV

by Goldicot on Sat, May 24, 2025

You’re listening to it wrong

One recurrent failure in my theory of mind of others is how those who don’t like weird music think of their taste. “Oh boy, can’t wait to find more stuff that sounds exactly like what I’ve already heard.” Maybe it’s like action movie fans never tire of exploding gibs and foley meat punches? Even then, I’m looking for something new and clever in the choreography or design, if I’ve seen it before, it holds less appeal.

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Goldicot Culls The Week - XIII

by Goldicot on Fri, May 2, 2025

Why they can’t play riffs that fucks all the time

Here is where I would pen my thoughts on Deafheaven, if I had any. Sometimes I stare blankly at these pages for hours or days waiting to figure out my angle on a particular album. Mere description is too perfunctory, but profuse superlatives are too dismissive, by dint of being too impersonal. The tone is struck through to the middle ground, an attempt to articulate the uniqueness of the work, all whilst trying not to kill the magic of the thing itself.

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Goldicot Culls The Week - XII

by Goldicot on Sun, Apr 27, 2025

My life begins at midnight twelve

Time flies when you’re having fun. Luckily, none of these albums are about having fun. Put a halt to the inexorable approach of future and inevitable death with three works of pure hostility. You can always bear the pain for just a moment longer, for you’ve already borne it all this time thus far. No, I’m not three weeks late with this article. Why do you ask? 3 Rothadás Töviskert… a kísértés örök érzete… lidércharang Me Saco Un Ojo March 21 What really sets doom apart from all other noise is the act of deliberation.

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