I haven’t been blogging lately… Lately = not at all in the last fuck knows how many weeks, months. The reason? Didn’t feel like it. Had no time. Had nothing to blog about (or just..) aaaaargh, radaladar is my witness, sometimes it’s just HARD to blog.
So, what happened in the no-blog time (also known as hyperspace in some cultures)?
I downloaded a shitload of music (from Chinese Funeral Doom to Russian Funeral Death/Doom);
My MSN sucks and doesn’t let me in – I’m the fuckin wolf at the door;
I have my first exam tomorrow (Medieval History) and I’m blogging;
Umm? What else..
I bought a cheap copy of Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind. It runs on my computer and it’s quite good, despite the fact that it’s full o’ bugs and annoying shit.
X-Men.
(so I can justify adding another tag to this post)
Dear neighbour, you listening to music in the morning is fine with me ( I do the same), but WHY, OH WHY?, SMOKE ON THE FUCKIN WATER?? I hate that song. It’s on the top of my “5 songs I would erase from the human mind for its own good” list (it includes at least three Queen songs as well).
Okay, I was intended to write more but forgot everything. See ya.
Ooh, ooh, listen to Aarni! Here’s their myspace. And here is, you know….. umm, you know what. Progressive funeral doom from Finland.
Fuck Roadburn festival. Officially. They sold out. Hightlights of the line-up: Electric Wizard, Boris, Jesu, Church of Misery, Nadja, Witch, Acid Mothers Guru AND a whole day curated by David Tibet > Current 93, OM, a Sunn O))) side-project…
I hate you all.
Oh, and fuck archeology. If I pass, I become a practicing heathen pagan (sorry, BB). Runes and stuff. Idols.
Yesterday I went to the Historical Museum. It was loaded with secondary school field trips and what surprised was the amazing amount of full-fledged nazi kids.
Characteristics:
scarf with a certain football-team + the words “proud Russian”, etc
military cap
badges with nazi symbols and attributes
body odor
suspicious glances at me (…yeah. I do speak with an accent)
primitive facial expressions
That’s it. There were at least 5 of them, in two different classes. Maybe the classes are from the same school? No idea.
When I’m in a sentimental mood, I listen to Goatsnake’s El Coyote. Yesterday morning, I was very sentimental, I listened to it at least 10 times (while eating breakfast and on the metro). It’s a fuckin great rocking song.
Give it a try
Harmonica and kick-ass riffage. Yeah! YEAH! I love Goatsnake.
Tracklist arranged. FTP fired up. The first Eat Rust full-length – After the Safeword – is currently being uploaded to archive.org. It’ll be soon avaible at this page. Probably it’s there by now. 11 songs. 48:37. Download it when it’s up. Comment on it, either here, or there, as you wish. And listen to it. It’s a very diverse record. Not an easy one. Sometimes I got carried away with a certain guitar melody I liked… You’ll notice when that happens, I assure you.
It was influenced by nearly everything I had around me. There’s blues. There’s noise. There’s pop. There are references. There are references which weren’t intended to be references. There’s noise-blues. There’s singing.
It’s a strange album. Oh. Yeah. Remember Mark Twain’s words (see the quote a few posts earlier).
But Eat Rust isn’t over with this album!! The noise and annoying sounds keep on puring and flowing!
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The moment we’ve all been waiting for… Sorta… Yeah. A moment is here.
The first Bloated Pope EP: The Whore of Babylon! Give it a listen, download, comment, etc. The length totals somewhere around 36 minutes which is quite long for a 5-song EP.
