am i the only one that does not like it when 'singers' do nothing but raspily screech out jibberish, sometimes tempered by moments of softer warbling? am i getting old?
am i the only one that does not like it when 'singers' do nothing but raspily screech out jibberish, sometimes tempered by moments of softer warbling? am i getting old?
I dunno... I can handle some of that stuff to a degree but it only goes so far... If I can still hear some sort of melody in there, there's a chance I'll listen...
Also this. I know that the YouTube quality audio isn't helping, but, I just don't get stuff like this... please explain?
Well... I couldn't really hear anything apart from very loud drumming and the occasional meedling guitar, which occasionally played some form of melody...
I learned an Italian song by him recently. It was really neat and was written in a great range for me and is also cool because no one's ever heard of it (he wrote very little music for voice and what he did write was mostly in German).
My choir sang a piece by him with a name I can't remember. It was very very sad and very complex. Oh my god the tenor runs were insane
Well, I think he wrote a mass (my church choir sang his Kyrie) so it could've been from that. Did it have a latin name like Agnus Dei or Gloria or Credo or something like that?
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Journey, my friends. Listening to their greatest hits right now.
WHEN YO' FEELIN' LUUUVS UNFAAAAIR, YOU JUST ASK THE LOOONE-LAY!
edit: Seriously though, Journey is pretty great. I'd have to put them right up there on my favorite bands list, even though my friends make fun of me for it.
There are some really unconventional time signatures used there, plus some ridiculous polyrythym and counterpoint going on
it's pretty far removed from the 'norms' of music, which means at first it just seems like an unmusical mess
it's basically just something for theory nerds to go 'oh wow that was really cool' over instead of something you can dance to
I saw those guys live last week and holy shit they are amazing. Their guitarist has a pedal board with 20 or so different pedals on it. After their set, I was so dumbfounded at how crazy technical they were that I couldn't talk. Their crazy ass drummer that essentially solos the whole time just added to the crazy
I was at a Type O concert last wednesday. It was an awesome show but fuck do I hate the people in New Jersey.
The metal fans here are essentially the lowest of the low on the social ladder. I don't say that about metal fans in general however, since I'm sure theres much worse out there to behold.
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am i the only one that does not like it when 'singers' do nothing but raspily screech out jibberish, sometimes tempered by moments of softer warbling? am i getting old?
Whispers invoke the artists of this tragically seemless, ill fated tapestry,
blistered fingers are tending their loom.
She collects the strands to braid into life.
Logging the weft of an ageless, woven infinity, countless raw fibers are clawing the frame.
A woman's work is never done, but the final stitch has got to come,
and so three witches contend to slice the very last thread
(that you curse, curse constantly)
But nothing's immortal, and comfort is not guaranteed-
a yearling who bears our sincere passions is chosen, frozen and quivering,
like a thread in the wake of a blade.
So we compromise, so we sacrifice.
Compromise nothing, but that which secures a comfortable life, risk as the indication of a healing sacrifice.
Destroy the altar whose boundaries tides will never exceed, ignite the pyres underneath a sedated mythology.
Five decades his lifetime, and his life's work is just fading scratches in stone.
She tends the numerals, counting fingers, counting her toes.
Keeping track of the time racing, years wasting
(dance to the sound of his weight bearing back breaking)
infinite ages the length of this quilt's making.
And we dance, we dance in the stronghold...
That you curse, curse constantly, of the needle's sheen.
Do you feel this thin strand resting in a pinch?
That's the thread that you curse, curse constantly.
An eternal patch on a quilt that hangs from a wall in a throw frought with our decay...
From six states away, five years of guilt postmarked four days before my escape.
All I ever asked was for a clean break.
In the first nervous light of the day,
collecting the novels whose scribes sought to keep me contained.
My dad's favorite novel on top of the pile, in the self concious first light shake the memory of his smile, igniting these volumes, igniting these volumes I'm warmed by the flames.
Alter the deafening earthen tones...
In the nervous light, I dance in the nervous light and I'm warmed by the flames.
Dance to the sound of his weight bearing back fucking breaking.
Alter the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking, dictate the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking,
Alter the tone of your weight bearing back breaking, we can mend all the seams that were torn during our backs slowly breaking.
In the nervous light...
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Usually they'd still find something about the artist's sound appealing.
ANND! My point was that it's dumb to hate on a band solely on how they dress.
100% their closet-gay member
100%
In most cases, yes.
But holy god, a band that stylefucked, just cannot be good.
What is a band like Pillar or Jimmy Eat World. (Pretty much Late nineties Rock like Offspring, but more jimmyish)
This entire time I've been reflecting how, no matter how brilliant they are, they'd be laughed out as pussies in todays "punk" scene.
Which explains why I don't listen to modern punk anymore.
Oh so good.
oh right, i had it wrong
a girl came on their tour bus and didn't put out so the singer pissed on her and then someone broke her face with a jagermeister bottle
it wasn't beer at all
sorry for the confusion
am i the only one that does not like it when 'singers' do nothing but raspily screech out jibberish, sometimes tempered by moments of softer warbling? am i getting old?
but i got the facts straight now!
I dunno... I can handle some of that stuff to a degree but it only goes so far... If I can still hear some sort of melody in there, there's a chance I'll listen...
Also this. I know that the YouTube quality audio isn't helping, but, I just don't get stuff like this... please explain?
what is your particular problem with it?
it's pretty far removed from the 'norms' of music, which means at first it just seems like an unmusical mess
it's basically just something for theory nerds to go 'oh wow that was really cool' over instead of something you can dance to
Ok.
Yeah, AFI are cool... I'll stick with them.
I'm on a roll tonight.
Here's to drinking in public in the early eve.
Edit: Also, yes, Danzig was in the same show, which is why I bring it up.
This was a great album, the Do Make Say Think history of rust one. "A with Living" was a pretty awesome track.
They are also spectacular live.
I can imagine they'd be incredible live, I'm really hoping they'll tour here sometime soon. Where and when did you see them?
The hillside festival in Guelph. I had to wade hip deep through college hippies to see them and Emily Haines and that, but it was pretty good.
Yes!
Not enough people are giving this man the respect he needs.
And his videos are always....interesting. He has a bit of a thing for adding his face to things.
Steam
Well, I think he wrote a mass (my church choir sang his Kyrie) so it could've been from that. Did it have a latin name like Agnus Dei or Gloria or Credo or something like that?
WHEN YO' FEELIN' LUUUVS UNFAAAAIR, YOU JUST ASK THE LOOONE-LAY!
edit: Seriously though, Journey is pretty great. I'd have to put them right up there on my favorite bands list, even though my friends make fun of me for it.
Be excited with me.
The metal fans here are essentially the lowest of the low on the social ladder. I don't say that about metal fans in general however, since I'm sure theres much worse out there to behold.
Come Overwatch with meeeee
it's not gibberish
blistered fingers are tending their loom.
She collects the strands to braid into life.
Logging the weft of an ageless, woven infinity, countless raw fibers are clawing the frame.
A woman's work is never done, but the final stitch has got to come,
and so three witches contend to slice the very last thread
(that you curse, curse constantly)
But nothing's immortal, and comfort is not guaranteed-
a yearling who bears our sincere passions is chosen, frozen and quivering,
like a thread in the wake of a blade.
So we compromise, so we sacrifice.
Compromise nothing, but that which secures a comfortable life, risk as the indication of a healing sacrifice.
Destroy the altar whose boundaries tides will never exceed, ignite the pyres underneath a sedated mythology.
Five decades his lifetime, and his life's work is just fading scratches in stone.
She tends the numerals, counting fingers, counting her toes.
Keeping track of the time racing, years wasting
(dance to the sound of his weight bearing back breaking)
infinite ages the length of this quilt's making.
And we dance, we dance in the stronghold...
That you curse, curse constantly, of the needle's sheen.
Do you feel this thin strand resting in a pinch?
That's the thread that you curse, curse constantly.
An eternal patch on a quilt that hangs from a wall in a throw frought with our decay...
From six states away, five years of guilt postmarked four days before my escape.
All I ever asked was for a clean break.
In the first nervous light of the day,
collecting the novels whose scribes sought to keep me contained.
My dad's favorite novel on top of the pile, in the self concious first light shake the memory of his smile, igniting these volumes, igniting these volumes I'm warmed by the flames.
Alter the deafening earthen tones...
In the nervous light, I dance in the nervous light and I'm warmed by the flames.
Dance to the sound of his weight bearing back fucking breaking.
Alter the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking, dictate the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking,
Alter the tone of your weight bearing back breaking, we can mend all the seams that were torn during our backs slowly breaking.
In the nervous light...
teen angst, mirite