The Appeal of Cheesy Music

Nation, I have to admit to all of you that I can be a pretty miserable person, given there is a considerable amount of shittiness happening around me. All I need to do is go on facebook and see pictures of a girl I like with another guy and BOOM! I'm miserable. These days, whenever I pass a graveyard and it seems strangely appealing to me, all I need to do is blast some Wu-Tang shit and I'll snap back into a neutral state. But it wasn't always that way. Up until recently, I would always gravitate toward songs like the one above whenever I felt like an emo pansy. I'd say this kind of 3rd-wave emo was ineffective in helping my mood at all, so why was I so attracted to it?

METAL MOUTH-OFF: Why I'm Still Single

   Was I planning on writing one of my overly-long album reviews today that no one really reads to begin with? Yes, yes I was. The Beatles' Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band to be exact. But shit, why put forth the effort to write a deep, thought provoking analysis of  an all-time classic album (that's the intent, at least) when instead I can lament as to why I'm still single in my twenties? That takes almost no effort! Therefore, let me proceed in my self indulgence.

Spotify Is Cool

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Yes, I just started using Spotify. Am I late to the party? Yes! But what's important is the fact that I'm on board and I now have a resource to discover loads of bands that fit into the incredibly unpopular microgenre of funeral doom

METAL MONDAYS: Evoken-Atra Mors ABUM REVIEW

   Remember this review where I stated that Pornography by The Cure is the most depressing album in popular music history? That assertion, arguably, still stands, but what about the most depressing album in underground music history? Now THAT'S a different story, because in the underground there is next to no expectations to be accepted by the public, much less to sell enough records to move out of your mom's apartment, so you have the liberation to make any kind of music that you damn well please, no matter how much it could, in this case, seemingly create clinical depression in the listener. And if there's one way to earn yourself an anti-depressant prescription, it would probably be by giving this album a few listens and then going to see a psychiatrist.