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Aesthetic Perfection: All Beauty Destroyed |
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Written by Sameerah
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Wednesday, 30 November 2011 07:02 |
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Aesthetic Perfection All Beauty is Destroyed Metropolis Records 3.5
Dear Aesthetic Perfection,
I want to love you but over the course of the day you have begun to annoy me. “All Beauty is Destroyed” started out so well providing some much needed energy to my morning and moving me through the day. “A Nice Place to Visit” perked up my ears with some serious bass and goth-tastic groves that made me want to get up and dance at my desk. Giving me a much needed dose of goth-rock inspired metal to drown out the bosses and do my thing as I slave away in the office. Things got better at lunch as I banged my head and practiced my shadow moves to the Hocico remix of “11th Hour” and the absolutely stunning Caustic remix of “A Nice Place to Visit”. I loved you so much Aesthetic Perfection that I turned you on when I got in the car and screamed along to “Motherfucker” as I sat in rush hour traffic. Aesthetic Perfection, you filled me with such sonic bliss, that there was nothing I couldn’t handle as long as you were playing. You filled me with a sense of fun and excitement that is so often missing from everyday working life.
I was hooked, I couldn’t stop. The first thing I did when I hit the homestead was to turn on “All Beauty is Destroyed” I had to keep the awesome going. But then something changed. Away for the office and the background distractions of work I really began to listen to you, to every nuance of every song. Yes, I giggled when you said “I hope you die you motherfucker” on “Motherfucker” because the lyric completely summed up how I feel about having to do dishes, and motherfucker is by far one of my favorite curse phrases. And when you proclaimed “you’re just so dirty what you do with that mouth” on “Filthy Design” I had half a mind to check my pad for cameras because you seemed to know how last nights date ended. All the while your low sultry vocals were putting me in the mind for a repeat performance of last night. Alas it all fell apart when I got into “Celebrity Sin”. Sure the track kept my ass wiggling, but the lyric “don’t you wanna get laid” struck me as well, dumb. I know this particular track is designed to denounce all of the insipid, moronic faux celebs that have invaded the public consciousnesses, but I have come to expect a bit better from you over the course of the day. Besides anyone with more than four working brain cells knows that it’s all bullshit and it’s hardly worth making a song about. Instead of sounding snarky and smart all you do is come off as pretentious. You recovered a bit with “Under Your Skin” and the title track “All Beauty Destroyed”, slower tunes that makes trust issues sexy and beg to be part of my shagging playlist Because I love anything that makes being damaged hot.. But it wasn’t enough to make up for “Hit the Streets” or “Celebrity Sin” which sucked me out the playful seductive mood I had found myself in from the rest of the album. Crest fallen I turned off “All Beauty is Destroyed”. I suppose I will have to resign myself to the fact that as much as I loved you as background noise Aesthetic Perfection, we can only really be friends at the goth bar where I am too busy dancing and drinking to notice the lyrics that kill my mood with their silliness.
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Last Updated ( Wednesday, 30 November -1 01:00 )
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Written by Sameerah
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Tuesday, 04 October 2011 02:58 |
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Bodyfarm Bodyfarm Abyss Records **** When I finally snap and lash out and destroy the world in rage of blood soaked fury, Bodyfarm's self titled album is what I want to be playing in the background as I ride off into a blood stained sunset with a handful of fresh scalps clasped in my perfectly manicured fist. It is the sound that all wars, battles and bar room brawls should be fought to. The fury starts with "Into Battle". The intro starts slowly with a sound that this like the gallop of hooves in the distence before building into a surge of horns that thunder and surge building into that moment when you approch the field of battle shoving a sword--that I imagine looks like a a heavier version of what He- Man swings--into the fucking chest of anything that dares to step in front of you. And then the music starts. It's odd that a band use the band name for both the title of their album and a song, but for Bodyfarm it works. "Bodyfarm" opens up and blazes your earholes with a growl that is quite literally shaking the ground beneath my feet as we speak. And we all know nothing says heavy like a band that can cause mini earthquakes and pissed off the neighbors. The rage contiunes with "Final Redemption". A thick, heavy bass line surges forward from the deep like and unweilding beast coming for the souls of good and evil alike as it proclaims "this is the beginning of the end"it continues it's slaughter. What I'm trying to say here is that Bodyfarm is fucking brutal in every way shape and form. One of those short albums that will leave you begging for more when the five tracks have ended. But it's cool it gives me a reason to listen to Bodyfarm all over again. |
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Last Updated ( Wednesday, 30 November -1 01:00 )
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Written by Sameerah
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Wednesday, 14 September 2011 04:10 |
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Pro--Pain
20 Years of Hardcore
AFM
*****
Jesus fuck, has it been twenty years already!? It seems like it was only yesterday I was hiding “Foul Taste of Freedom” underneath my mattress along side Mayhem and Darkthorne. The whole thing leaves me feeling old and awesome at the same time. If you’re a long time Pro-Pain fan, “20 Years of Hardcore” doesn’t give you a lot of new material to feast on. Like most greatest hits albums, you already have most of this stuff in your CD collection. It’s been cleaned up a bit and remastered, so if your copy of “ Contents Under Pressure” or “Act of God” is shot to shit “20 Years of Hardcore” is a good way to fill in the gaps when your old CDs are acting up.
It’s the live versions of “Make War not Love”, “Denial” and “Kein Amnestie fur MTV” that make “20 Years of Hardcore” worth having. These tracks stand as testament to the awesome that has Pro-Pain around for 20 years. It doesn’t matter if you’re a long time Pro-Pain or just being introduced to the band, “20 Years of Hardcore” is good old fashioned American Metal; played loud, hard and fast with precision and reckless abandon. Equal parts melody, killer riff and aggression. |
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Last Updated ( Wednesday, 30 November -1 01:00 )
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Written by Sameerah
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Saturday, 10 September 2011 22:50 |
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Saturday afternoon and I have nothing better to do than to watch movies seeing as 2:30pm is too early to start drinking, even for me. So after putting it off weeks I’ve finally gotten around to “The Reef” and after 2 hours of water and screaming, I have decided it is never too early in the day for a cocktail. The only thing that makes “The Reef” even remotely scary is that it plays on our primal fear of being eaten alive by giant fish. But once you get past that this movie is like so many other “Jaws” wannabes over the years. Just a lot of stock footage lifted from National Geographic and wet people screaming.
“The Reef” starts out as these things often do, with a pleasure cruise gone horribly wrong. Five attractively forgettable Aussies pile into a yacht for a few days of drinking and shagging on the Great Barrier Reef--a favorite vacation spot for fish, crabs, sharks, sting rays and nature photographers. Full disclosure; I don’t know a lot about boats, or the Great Barrier Reef, but taking your boat out to a place known for well rocks and reefs seems like you’re just setting yourself up for failure. And failure comes quickly when the yacht runs into some reefs, pops a hole and capsizes in what can only be described as the most predictable boating accident in nautical history.
The boat tipping over leaves our band of attractive nobodies are left with two choices; either sit on top of the sinking ship in hopes that someone finds them before they’re either drowned or eaten, or take their chances swimming 12 miles to a small island where they can be eaten in the process. So four attractive people set off for the island leaving an attractive blond man with the boat to take his chances alone. Their swim starts out easy enough until a great white shark turns up to munch on the swimmers. Picking them off one by one with it’s massive teeth. I will say this for “The Reef”, the footage they used for the shark was much better than the stuff that they normally get for shark films. Usually these movies rely on footage lifted from “Shark Week” and stock stuff from National Geographic. But the shark they used for this one was surprisingly good, without using too much CGI. As impressed as I was about how they handled showing the shark, I had a bit of an issue with how they decided to introduce the devil fish. They try and fail to use the “Bruce the Shark” technique used in Jaws. But they fail to realize that introducing Bruce the shark in “Jaws” was a cluster fuck of mechanical failures that resulted in a happy accident that resulted in one of the greatest openings in modern film. It’s not the kind of thing that can be repeated.
As “The Reef” comes to a close it’s shark 3 people 0. Only one of the forgettable ladies escapes being chum, the rest of the swimmers are left to marinate in the belly of a massive, scary fish.. We never find out what happened to the blond guy that stayed with the boat. I suppose there were worse ways to spend part of my afternoon, but “The Reef” isn’t worth spending too much of your time on. |
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