The Enemy of the Good (eideteker) wrote,
The Enemy of the Good
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Wallow... pearls before swine.

I like how at the end of Corrosion of Conformity's Deliverance album, you hear the sounds of dirt being shovelled and flies buzzing. That's the kind of hardcore I've always aspired to. I mean, you can write off someone who talks big, or threatens you. But who would you be more afraid of? The person who says, "I'm going to kill you!" or the person who is actually filling in a grave? That's why I think CoC is cool. They're not all like, "Oooh! We're evil! And watch us make fun of your god and blah blah." They just get to the burying bodies part. No talk; all action. Words are empty. Don't argue; just inter.

"Men debate; nature acts." -Voltaire

If there's anyone who does the Southern Rock/Metal thing better than C.o.C., I'd love to hear it. Deliverance is definitely a desert island disc; it's just perfect. Quiet and soft, like "Without Wings," and yet loud and fast like "Clean My Wounds." They've been called a southern rock Black Sabbath, and I'll buy it. I can remember (vicariously, at least) when metal meant bands like Mountain and Iron Butterfly. Progressive rock bands like Yes, King Crimson, and Marillion have their roots in the geetar-driven arrangements and orchestration of early metal bands. I don't know why it seems so hollow when nu-metal bands like Staind try to do a slow song, like the acoustic "Outside." But it recalls an argument I once had with Michelle about the Tool cover of No Quarter. She liked that version better, which I could not fathom. It's too desolate and sad. No Quarter is a desperate song, to be sure, but it's hopeful and triumphant. The Tool cover just lacks that dimension. Too whiny, too plaintive, not angry enough. Just like Outside. 'My daddy this, my parents that. Oh, god, my life is screwed up. I'm going to wear my McDonald's name tag upside down as a protest." It's like... get over it. Grow up. Or at least get angry. Anger is a gift. It's a weapon to be held against them. Hone it. And for God's sake, smile. The minute you frown, they've won.

Look at me ramble. Still not writing well, but at least I'm writing again.

I like the sound of gravel underfoot.

"I like the sound of breaking glass. If you don't believe me, why did you ask?"
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