Metal Up Your Ass and all that Jazz Room V2

To be fair even I'm not big on a lot of black metal vox :P

Wilytank wrote: pansy

If the shoe fits, I suppose.  I just don't have enough anger in me to get the rage and anger that they are trying to emote by growling through entire songs.  These type of vocals have ruined a great number of albums that I might otherwise enjoy.  But as I said, my loss.

Diogenes wrote: Buzzkill of the day: Youtube tells me that there will be a Rush concert in the area this February.  I click on the link, and it's BIG TIME RUSH.  God damn it!

*Gives a positive review to Spermswamp*

Edited by Doomster - 07 Jan 2012 at 12:23pm

Good thing I don't have a church because I plan on referencing growls as cookie monster for the remainder of my appearances on PA and MMA.

Those are the things under a cow, right?

Edited by SKwid - 07 Jan 2012 at 5:38pm

I'm sitting in my car listening to sunn o))), and I think I have actually gotten to the point where I can FEEL sunn o))). Like sunn is pushing again me, feeling me, like a blanket. I feel like sunn is infiltrating my every pore and orifice, seeping into my very being, coating my very soal in a thick layer of music. It is though sunn is rubbing against my ribbs under my skin, and warming them up as a mother would do to an infant in the wintertime. Sound is seeping into my skull and pushing out all the blood in my head and replacing it with sunn. The pipes above my head seep into the cement ceiling as if the cement of the ceiling is being pushed through a playdoh former, and the space in the room continuously becomes more and more vast. My skin is peeling back across my face, starting at the nose, until all that is left is my bare skull. The car in the forepicture become a dark man before I look at him. He is shaking my car, on top of it I'm sure. He's stopped, for now. There seems to be hundreds of cables depending from the ceiling. The light to my left becomes a ghastly white woman, again in the forepicture, and and she proceeds to hide behind a car. I fear there may be mice coating the floor, and that they may pick up and carry my parked car. The black space behind my eye has transformed into some massively toothed monster, and I will try not to fall into its massive mouth. A security camera just appeared out of the ceiling. What is it doing there? Where did it come from? The light is being pulled downward by the sound as if sunn is forcing out all other matter from the space with the strums of their guitars. A crinkled crackled crickled crack is in my windshield, can you believe it? The nerve of some people! The light is casting its sunn rays upon the ground. I fear there may be someone else here, and but know that to be impossible. Steam pours from my wingmirrors as I contemplate the meaning of the word wingmirror. The engine has finally stopped, for and it feels like I have been sitting here for an eternity. I will leave when the cd is over, but the the tracks keep coming, the number on the sterio gets bigger and better, and I fear it will never end. The wingmirrors have stopped steaming, but now a spot dripping red Kool Aid out of the ceiling onto the floor. I fear the song may be over, but it continues. My Hair is flowing over my shoulders like a waterfall. I realize in hungry, and decided I might be best to abandon my musical experience and go get some food.

My review of Sunn o))) 's album white 2, whilst sitting invmy car in a parade.

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Is it weird that I LOVE the newer Cradle of Filth albums?