"The heaviness of ‘70s hard rock, the bombast of modern industrial music, the colorful flourishes of psychedelia and prog-rock, and the menace of punk, created a unique sound that was as abrasive as it was mind-altering".
(Not so sure about "all that". I am sure that Rob's guitar playing was fucking killer / weird & effects-driven, John Burke's drums where fucking tasteful & heavy-swingy, & that this was Preston (P.W. Long)'s band before he took the Laughing Hyeans' rhythm section & started Mule. Mule was "alright". I don't know... Ann Arbor was a weird fucking cool-guy scene back then. Fuckin' grunge, mannnnn)...
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"The goal in our songwriting is to reflect a certain frequency in the spectrum of cosmic energy. To me, each song has a particular color, or summons a particular deity from the pantheon".
- Yanni Papadopoulos, Six-String Motherfucker (respectfully)
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(riff sorcery)
"“My Bag of Potato Chips is Too Loud”, which is about that Sun Chips bag that was completely biodegradable and organic or whatever. People complained about their bag of potato chips being too fucking loud, so they took them off the market.".
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rolling out a slightly new (visual) format as of now, chad.
"Twitch carve choke guns booze porn ass grass kill life's just a dream war life's just a dream road rage cops suck cock neuter black smoke pills thrush love life's just a dream war life's just a dream".
(real toe-tapper here, folks)
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"don't choke.
look ahead, even though you know.
swallow the light. you're doing fine.
even though you know.".
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69 - niiiiiiiiiiiiiice...
"This is a Xanax. I take that with the Roxy.
I mix them & I snort em.".
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Trailer 1
Trailer 2
IMDb
Official Site
"Rick Rubin calls up Johnny Cash & tells him to grab his guitar & come party in the living room. Billy Gibbons stops by, sits in on a jam. Yeah, that happened".
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"If your mind could really see,
You'd know your color the same as me".
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(now more than ever)
"The Blind Man Dies A Slow Death".
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(📸: ÏȻḴɎ)
"IRON GANG // CANADIAN SPACE METAL FOR THE WIN. ALWAYS".
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(a super-ultra hhhhhhheeeeeeelllllllllllllaaaaaaa vastly voluminous collection of lesser-seen / heard material)
While there are "many pretenders to the throne" when it comes to Eyehategod worship, these (lovely) German dirtbags put their own filth-trodden spin on that game.
Perfect for your stupid holiday weekend hangover (if you actually celebrated "independence day"). Do you feel itchy? That means it's working.
More like "Injustice Day(s)" if you ask me...
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No heady / ethereal quote to start this post off - I'll leave that to THE MUSIC...
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(thanks for sticking around. sorry for the delay in posts. life 180'd on me during this Covid Lockdown. i kept grinding & moving forward; albeit isolated, & at a snail's pace. yet i have come out w/ a few personal victories during a time when most people aren't winning at fucking all. leave a comment sometime - you could be the first - or maybe commenting is a thing from the days of blogs long gone / lost years ago. nice people rule. fuck the orange motherfucker & his cronies. may they rot in a special hell. the sooner the better).
