Pleased to report that since the previous entry, I have in fact acquired a functional AX-60 (!!!!). It kicks so much ass. I like this lead singer gal’s voice portamentos, she sounds like a pre-pubescent orgasm. Make sure to watch the latest televesion show on Tv.
ANGEL OF DEATH!!!! Can’t believe I didn’t know this existed. A Slayer breakdown looped into a rap track dissing soap operas and the flawed realities they espouse. Doug Williams was the MVP in the Redskins victory over the Denver Broncos in Super Bowl XXII on January 31, 1988. He was the only black quarterback to win a Super Bowl until Russell Wilson in 2014.
Cool. The lyrics are about this super poor guy from rural Tennessee whose father and grandfather were both bootleggers; he enlists in the military and gets sent to Vietnam, then when he gets back he grows weed and sets booby traps for the Feds using his knowledge he acquired from the Viet Cong. Then an ice dragon named Krallnar visits his marijuana plantation and he defeats the ice dragon using a sword made out of magma, called the FireBlade. I made up the part about the ice dragon. Or did I? (Yes, I did.) This song has been described as “alternative country” and “power twang.” Power twang!?
Man, this rules. I understand maybe 5% of the lyrics, but I understand 100% of that ultra grooving driving synth track. The Modern Golden Era of Music Production spanned from 1978 to 1983, but we’ll allow this gem in as an honorary mention because it’s such a jammer.
There’s loads of great new music being produced these days, but I’ll send this song/video in to bat against any of it. It’s weird to me that 1987 is starting to look more like 1977, but hey, that’s what happens as you rocket down the life-road towards death.
CORRECTION: This original post said this song was released in 1987; it was actually released in 1983. I guess that makes it slightly more understandable why it looks so 70s-esque, but only by 4 years. Whatever. Song still rules and there are some seriously twizzled synth dribbs herein.
Cool. Snappy, poppy hardcore, kind of reminds me of early Replacements at times. Right now I smell, look, and feel like a dumpster behind an Arby’s in Bakersfield on a shitty sunny day. Soggy cardboard, flies, the whole deal. Have a great day. You likely have experienced this life an infinite number of times and will experience it infinite more times. Oh well. So at one point I was Hitler, but I was also every person murdered in the Holocaust. Do I have any evidence of having lived previous lives? No. So why do I think it’s likely? I don’t know, just a hunch. Don’t really have a say in the matter either way, just thankful that I (try to) choose the path of good, evil is for suckers.
Hello fellow scholars, here’s another sicky recky from 1985. Thrash.