Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Along with a track from her new album, listen in on the conversation we had after the break!
Monday, July 25, 2016
The soft and bittersweet consonance of post-rock, the droning of depressive doom metal, and progressively-minded arrangements are three elements that shouldn't sonically "play nice" on paper. Moscow's own The Morningside shows with their latest album, Yellow, that not only can the aforementioned elements co-exist in the same thought but that they also can be separate components that make a much greater whole, one that is truly unique.
Friday, July 22, 2016
Thursday, July 21, 2016
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
The Granulating Durftanic Mills: Random Musings on Carcass, After Shows, and Chicago Metal Festivals I Did Not Attend
On any given day, I have a lot of thoughts, most of which are incoherent nonsense like "Who picks up more chicks/dudes: killer whale trainers or helicopter pilots?" (orca trainers, hands down). Occasionally these thoughts slip into coherent nonsense, which is an interesting and scary change of pace; interesting because it's nice to think about things, and scary because I have this blog with which to share my musings with the world, where they will remain online forever and undoubtedly become the basis of future societies. On with the thoughts!
Friday, July 15, 2016
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
In this episode of the Brutalitopia podcast, as the title suggests, Mick, Durf, and Tom are joined by "former" guest Keith Spillett. The mastermind behind The Tyranny of Tradition, Keith takes the crew on a journey through the inner workings of The Tyranny of Tradition, baseball, guilty pleasure bands, and dozens of other side-tangents.
Listen in after the break!
Monday, July 11, 2016
Noire is a self-described progressive black metal band from Winnipeg, Manitoba, and until recently, I had never heard of them (this was rectified, as most of my musical ignorances are, by the good folks at No Clean Singing, at which point I immediately fell in love with the cover art). Shortly thereafter, the band's new EP The Tracks of the Hunted showed up in the ol' Töp inbox, and I gave it a listen. I then immediately wished it was 40 degrees colder, overcast, with a frigid arctic wind chilling me to the bone, because that weather would fit the music on The Tracks of the Hunted so much better than this silly summer sunshine.
Friday, July 8, 2016
I may have mentioned that I work in construction. After a full week of hearing everyone on a job site (myself included) screaming "motherfucker" this, "cocksucker" that, and various other epithets, obscenities, vulgarities, threats, and general nonsense, it's nice to kick back with some music that is blissfully word-free. Plus it's never not a perfect time for Pelican, and this song owns. Enjoy your weekends, folks.