In a genre of music that is anything but shy in making a concerted effort to clearly subdivide its variations, "experimental" isn't a term that you see thrown around too liberally. Sure there's "avant-garde," but to my knowledge genre-tagging something as "experimental metal" isn't really a thing. Whenever that or related topics come up, however, Genghis Tron is always a band that immediately sticks out in my mind. Between the programmed drums, the not so subtle synthesizer melodies and backdrops, the intense screams, and the spiraling guitar riffs, the output of the band from 2005-2008 encapsulated the frenetic and unpredictable energy one would associate with the likes of the Dillinger Escape Plan and turned it completely into its own brand; a brand so unique I still feel like I haven't heard anything completely like it before or since. Coming off of that hype some 13 odd years later, Dream Weapon marks the band's return with a bit of a personnel change and refinement of their sound. It may not be the kind of refinement old-school Genghis Tron purists may want to give credence to, but it does see the band tapping deeper into certain areas of their repertoire which end up producing lush soundscapes that in many ways are just as gratifying to hear as the older material.
As you can probably imagine, having a newborn is not exactly conducive to early morning workouts, so I was only able to hit the weights once this week. Obviously family comes first, and I'm happy to help out and, you know, nurture my son at the expense of my workouts. But it is an adjustment. I've gotten so used to having my time in the mornings, to working out and listening to music, and while I know I'll get it back at some point... I'm going to miss it. I'm 34 years old, and in those years I've learned that I'm a creature of habit, someone who likes doing the same things at the same time every day. That's out the window for now. Having a newborn is also not really conducive to having any sort of free time whatsoever, so I also didn't listen to five albums this week. So I'll have to get by trying to work out when I can, and listen to new music when I can.
You know what? I didn't hate it. I told the Durfette as I headed out that I was going running just to quiet the nagging voice in my head suggesting I go for a run, and I wasn't joking. I honestly thought I would get into it, ask myself what I was thinking, grumble about how stupid running is and how dumb I am for doing it, and then head home, satisfied that I wouldn't have to hear my inner voice suggest running for another year. Instead, I found myself actively enjoying myself, getting into a groove of pace and taking joy in just zoning out. I would do it again, even. Really, my only complaint is that we live in a very hilly neighborhood, and some of those hills are steep. Those I didn't enjoy so much. Did I walk up a few of them? Of course I did. But I jogged on the flat ground, and it was great. I ran two miles, and was sweaty and breathing heavy in the cold air, and all I could think about was doing it again. Which was completely unexpected, and not as unwelcome as I thought it would be.
This week brought four new albums, and one returning favorite. Onward!