Quittance

Written by Rikard.

This is a long line of thinking that came swooping down on me in the gap between my fourth and fifth cup of strawberry tea, in the shadow of our recent announcement concerning our upcoming tour as support act for Six Feet Under.

Hope to see some of you guys there!

However, what I thought of was quitting. When do you quit? How, why and other standard questions? Somehow, I'm not afraid of quitting. I'd rather that Deathember ripped the moth off (as we say in Sweden ...?) in maybe 5-7 years time, rounding off a short but insane time of fun, groovy insanity with a breathtaking crescendo, whether it be a band members death, blowing up a drumkit at Rock Am Ring or gangbanging an american journalist.

(There's also the fact that you, if being fairly good enough, are in position of acquiring much more of a status when and if you call it off fairly early. SikTh, I'm not looking at you (In fact I'm looking at Attack! Attack! (... em, no, I'm not (Really))))

We don't make metal anymore

Written by Rikard.

Sure, there's a lot of music out there today that's bringing loud, distorted guitars and harsh, screaming vocals to the table in a straight continuum.

But is it metal?

Let's rewind. (because that's what we do in this blog) 70's and 80's. Then, there was metal. Whispers in the parliament's office about bands like Black Sabbath and Twisted Sister, a public disease, suicidal lyrics that manipulated our poor teenagers, video violence and danger, censorship.
Metal was dangerous. It was provoking. It was a seagull's crap in Tony Blair's eyes.

The Red Sea

Written by Rikard.

 

And one day I found myself reaching for the answer as to how a band becomes immortal.

'It's easy', you will say. 'Just buy corpse paint and, well, suck.'

Ha ha. Of course I don't mean the band. I mean the bands.
Queen, Led Zeppelin, The Beatles, Deep Purple, U2. (Not a band, but) Michael Jackson. Maybe even Death. Bands that crop up on lips belonging to both 40-years-of-experience-studio wolves and Evelina by the chark dish. Bands that landed enormous sales and enormous critical praise. Band that even made the history books.

The revelation is strong and shockingly saddening;  
They're all old.

Bands and artists of the 'golden' 70's-80's era, the very same that makes the aforementioned wolves' voices awfully thick. I know that one does not really achieve this kind of status until after one's split-up, but still; in the future, will we see Meshuggah and Dillinger stock that very same warmth in people's voices? Of course we will. But they will be the voices of said wolves. Evelina would just scourge me off if I tried talking some Mesh with her. (Or maybe she wouldn't  - she's fairly nice)

Or let's turn it around, and bring me the day when Justin Bieber (Always Justin, my list of huge mainstream artist is embarrassingly shrewd of imagination) scores 10/10 in every single non-prepaid publication worth it's name - WHILE selling the crazy amounts of concert tickets he is.

Nerve

Written by Rikard.

 

Nerve

There comes a time when you just give up.

You've spent hours upon hours upon hours upon some more caffeine-induced hours listening to guitar takes.

Are they correctly tuned, are they tight, is the tone right (noitsnotwaytoolittletrebleeventhoughitsalardassline6ampwithtrebleinboth-
midandbass) is it even a good riff to start with?

You smash your head against your head. IS it tuned? IS it tight? Is it correct, is it right, is it good, is it stellar, is it okay, is it good-looking (what?) is the tubescreamer on, is there any annoying slides slipping through the gate?

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