This is not a book, but I haven't been so excited by an album in a long time. Mostly, I'm here to complain about other people who write about metal. They're idiots. I suppose Weakling is brutal, nightmarish, "insane," all that, but that's what's said about every metal band in existence—and not really the point with Weakling, it seems. Ignoring the lyrics (which I haven't read and don't want to), the album is wonderfully universal, expressing common themes of pain, sadness, struggle, loss, and maybe anger. It's very lovely, really. But I'm nowhere near ready to write a review of the music. Just this—metal deserves better listeners.
Ever notice how musicians are uniquely bad at discussing music?
Monday, February 2, 2009
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