do not invoke the pop…

I do not like pop music. This may seem like a little thing, but it isn’t. For me pop encompasses a wide range of shit (really, SHIT) and none of it appeals to me. You can have all that candy coated teenage bull shit and I will take a hard driving baseline. I will have some Tool with a side of Iron Maiden and enjoy some Rage Against the fucking Machine for dessert. I’ll take some soul, some rock steady, old skool awesome shit to make me shake my groove thang. Some Ray Charles, some Etta James, some Al Green, some Otis with a side of the Specials, the Skatalites, Mighty Mighty Bosstones and some Gaylads (no pun intended) and Johnny Nash for a finisher. I will admit I have become a huge fan of Mumford & Sons, Florence and the Machine, The departed, and XX. But, you can keep your Bieber and Taylor Swift your Beyonce your bull shit boy bands and wanna be’s fakin’ the vibrato (I’l keep Justin Timberlake though. He’s fucking hot and well, do I need another reason?? okay, he’s talented too). I have tried to give this shit an honest go but I can’t do it. Give me Master of Puppets and some Zeppelin IV. I’ll take some Holy Diver, In the Absence of Truth, Mondo Bizaro and some Danzig. And anytime you can give me Tool, hit me hard.

Tool… Parabola
“…Twirling round with this familiar parable.
Spinning, weaving round each new experience.
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing.

This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. Remember. We are eternal.
All this pain is an illusion.”

Had too.

How about some Otis too, because um, it fucking rules.

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  • Social Assassin

    Hell yes. If we rounded up all these dumbass, talentless fucks and shoved them into a giant blender, pureed them down into a glittery sludge and then distilled them down from that to the very essence of talent, they would be a drop in the ocean of talent that is just one of those bands. Also this post contains several things I should mention – I have seen Tool, Maiden and Rage live and all of them were excellent performances, curiously without an auto-tune in sight. I watched Mumford and Sons just before they got huge and they were genuinely engaging with the crowd and obviously having an absolute blast – without a PA needing to remind them which town they were in. Last year at the UK’s Download Festival our personal camping area was dubbed Camp Holy Diver, and if one were to shout ‘Oh Holy Diver’, even at 4am, twenty voices from scattered tents would immediately sing back ‘You’ve been gone too long in the midnight sea!’. And finally, I’m involved in a wee local production company who host a night once a month at my local bar. Next month it’s my turn to take the guest DJ spot for 90 mins. They told me I should play music that was personal to me, rather than worry about popularity of tracks. They also suggested choosing an opening track to follow my introduction that ‘sums you up, and lets the crowd know what to expect from your set’.

    I’m opening with Aenima.

    • Hell yes! Oh that a continent followed by ocean were not so tough a trek. However, were it me, it would be a tough choice between 46 & two or Parabola. Decisions, decisions.

  • Social Assassin

    I also have to admit to a somewhat childish snigger at your use of the phrase ‘Any time you can give me tool, hit me hard’. Fnar fnar.

    • Innuendo? Me? Never….

  • Thoughtsy Appear

    Rage…I know what I’m listening to on the drive tomorrow. Love ’em!