Neurosis - Times of Grace

by Tarbeaux on Mon, Aug 2, 2021

"Behind a burning red fog"

You’re sitting by the doorway, looking at the land surrounding you. All is in decay. The crops are dying under the burning sun, everything is dry and desolate. But you see them coming, dark clouds looming at the horizon. They grow, swelling again and again, darkening the sky. Lightning strikes and rain is released on this desolate wasteland. You welcome the storm, regenerational for the bodies and the soil. Then it slowly stops and everything seems good for a while.

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Pig Destroyer - Prowler in the Yard

by Scuttlegoat on Wed, Jul 28, 2021

20 years after, Scuttlegoat goes back on a mythic grind album

Roger Ebert, in his review of “Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer” mentions a divided film festival audience. Some argued that the violence in it is “justified because of its uncompromising honesty in a world where most horror films cheapen death by trivializing it”. Or rather, a divide between “those who felt the film did its job brilliantly, and those who felt its job should not have been done at all”.

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Sparklehorse - It’s a Wonderful Life

by Aker on Mon, Jul 26, 2021

Abstract but grounded.

My perception of Sparklehorse’s third album It’s a Wonderful Life has beautifully warped since my first listen some ten years ago. Picture a skinny, floppy-fringed Aker sitting on a school bus through a nondescript post-industrial British city listening to an awkward mix of Mastodon, Elliott Smith, Deftones, The Smashing Pumpkins, Enslaved, Neil Young, Opeth, Funeral for a Friend and Nick Drake. Not a lot has changed, I still pull away in both directions.

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Phil Collins - No Jacket Required

by Scourge on Mon, Jul 12, 2021

No jackets required, but parachute pants are.

What you need to know up front about my relationship with Phil Collins is that it was predicated on my love for Miami Vice. In 1984 my family moved from the suburbs of Austin to a rural locale which opened doors for my formative years that may well have remained shut and locked otherwise. You see, before the move, we were heavily involved in the cult of Jehovah’s Witnesses for several years, and due in large part to that extreme fundamentalism, pop music and much of prime time television was verboten, to a point where I wasn’t allowed to listen to the radio, and for the last couple of years before the move we had no t.

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