This album is 23 minutes long and every second is amazing.
Oratorio in Grey is the best song on there. It may be the most visceral ever written. I’m no Lester Bangs (to be honest, I’ve never read a wink of his work but I know he’s the Ur-rock critic and whatnot) so I can’t pull back and say “Out of all the music ever made, this 50 second burst of shrieking madness invokes the visceral pleasure and utter horror that is the best and worst parts of all that is hard and heavy.”
Aw, fuck it. What I said above stands.
All told, I have a ridiculously good track record with meeting people from the internet. I’ve lost count over these last thirteen years, and can really only remember a few who turned out to be horrible. And perhaps horrible is the wrong word; a better term might be “tedious.” All told, self-selecting based on broad taste (hence meeting on topical forums/email lists), augmented by I’ve had worse luck with (conventionally-acquired) girlfriends and friends’ girlfriends and especially this one guy who really, really needs to get fucking killed before he ruins our friend’s life.
Anyway, a dude from the internet is in a band, and as before (and no doubt hence) I met said dude and saw said band at Trash Bar in Williamsburg a few Fridays back. And good goddamn! Shit was torn up. Continue reading