IN PRAISE OF DOOM: The rock music genre, not the phenomenon
Over at PaperThinWalls.com, the latest paying review of tuneage you won't want to buy -- but I might.
With a burst of feedback, Monarch! (yes, that usage isn't a typo) slows to the speed of 18 minutes over breakfast porridge in a bowl and it’s raining outside. Cymbal strikes and snare drum shots—in your ennui you toss spoonfuls of porridge at the wall. A banshee wails at the calumny. If you’d had “Speak Of The Devil, Speak Of The Sea” to listen to 10 years ago, you wouldn’t have have made it to work in the morning. The economy would have collapsed as the polity stared into its morning mush, a collective tear falling to the table..."
And you can read the rest on a girl-fronted French doom metal band's latest here.
Having a more empirically recognizable classic rock style is Motor City Resurrection by The 69 Eyes, a Gothy-looking glam rock act from Helsinki, Finland.
The 69 Eyes catalog has been remastered and reissued for the American market, trucked into BestBuy, and aimed at the masses. It won't stick but not for lack of trying.
Motor City Resurrection, a collection of singles and tribute cover songs said to have been big in Japan in 1990-91, shows one of America's most permanent additions to world youth culture and enjoyment is LA-style Sunset stripper rock. For Finns, 69 Eyes do a fine job of sounding like they knew the precise lay of the concrete and asphalt compounds and wastelands between the Whisky and the Troubador.
The 69 Eyes' cover of Iggy and the Stooges' "Gimme Some Skin," recorded for a Bomp vinyl single when the latter band was falling apart in LA subsequent to Raw Power, is exact and the most exciting cut on a CD that's good for repeat listens. Extra points for improving on GG Allin's "Gimme Some Head" by garbling the lyrics (you can just barely make out "I used to sniff girls' pantyhose/But there's nothing like a girl sitting on your nose") and boosting the original's impact and energy. (As fas as choosing from Allin's work, it's one of his tamer and more manageable lyrical excursions, arriving well before he'd gone wholeheartedly for a catalog defined by the likes of "Suck My A-- It Smells" and "Bite It You Scum.")
Now, if only I could find a copy of The Lee Harvey Oswald Band's A Taste of Prison.
Over at PaperThinWalls.com, the latest paying review of tuneage you won't want to buy -- but I might.
With a burst of feedback, Monarch! (yes, that usage isn't a typo) slows to the speed of 18 minutes over breakfast porridge in a bowl and it’s raining outside. Cymbal strikes and snare drum shots—in your ennui you toss spoonfuls of porridge at the wall. A banshee wails at the calumny. If you’d had “Speak Of The Devil, Speak Of The Sea” to listen to 10 years ago, you wouldn’t have have made it to work in the morning. The economy would have collapsed as the polity stared into its morning mush, a collective tear falling to the table..."
And you can read the rest on a girl-fronted French doom metal band's latest here.
Having a more empirically recognizable classic rock style is Motor City Resurrection by The 69 Eyes, a Gothy-looking glam rock act from Helsinki, Finland.
The 69 Eyes catalog has been remastered and reissued for the American market, trucked into BestBuy, and aimed at the masses. It won't stick but not for lack of trying.
Motor City Resurrection, a collection of singles and tribute cover songs said to have been big in Japan in 1990-91, shows one of America's most permanent additions to world youth culture and enjoyment is LA-style Sunset stripper rock. For Finns, 69 Eyes do a fine job of sounding like they knew the precise lay of the concrete and asphalt compounds and wastelands between the Whisky and the Troubador.
The 69 Eyes' cover of Iggy and the Stooges' "Gimme Some Skin," recorded for a Bomp vinyl single when the latter band was falling apart in LA subsequent to Raw Power, is exact and the most exciting cut on a CD that's good for repeat listens. Extra points for improving on GG Allin's "Gimme Some Head" by garbling the lyrics (you can just barely make out "I used to sniff girls' pantyhose/But there's nothing like a girl sitting on your nose") and boosting the original's impact and energy. (As fas as choosing from Allin's work, it's one of his tamer and more manageable lyrical excursions, arriving well before he'd gone wholeheartedly for a catalog defined by the likes of "Suck My A-- It Smells" and "Bite It You Scum.")
Now, if only I could find a copy of The Lee Harvey Oswald Band's A Taste of Prison.
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