Blue Cheer/Comets on Fire/The Stooges channeling psych rock from somewhere in that sunny, happy shit hole that is California. As a given, people suck, but California seems to breed an extra-special pedigree of self-delusional introfucks that I, as an East coast native, cannot begin to approach understanding on a logical level. Nice weather, tits flying at you from every direction, kind of legal pot… boo-fucking-hoo. California's psyche can't begin to compare with my East coast mentality: dark, impenetrable mind-chasms of doubt spread like wildfire from a young age, brought on by epileptic weather patterns that resulted in unrelenting summer heat-dirges and conquering winters, dungeon-like top-tier educational facilities, and that time my mom didn't buy me that video game. Try dealing with some real strife, Califassholes.
Or, maybe, I'm just wicked jealous of people who are having more fun than me… psh.
I'm sitting on my porch overlooking the city on an azure late-august afternoon, listening to this, drinking a beer, and its a pretty good thing.
Psych
Originally, I only planned this to be a 1 album post, but then I discovered that Corrupted's new album just came out. I picked one up, and have only had time to listen to it once through, but thought I should post it anyway. Its Corrupted, so those of you in the know should know exactly what to expect.
If you aren't in the club, I guess all you really need to know is that Dylan Carlson probably cries a little bit every time he hears them, asking himself "where did it all go wrong?"
Depressive Doom
Side note: Earth's a great band and all, but these days they are about as metal/heavy as a peanut butter and jelly.
3 comments:
trve dat, kill thee sun
whoa..
new corrupted? why hello.
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