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Written by Sameerah
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Saturday, 29 April 2006 04:17 |
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It's been a long night as sit on my sofa having a cocktail. It's
having one of those days where all you want to do is sit alone in the
dark and think. Not about anything in particular, everything and
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Last Updated ( Saturday, 29 April 2006 04:18 )
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Written by Sameerah
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Thursday, 06 April 2006 05:17 |
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Iâ??m sitting in the living room trying to get ready for my interview with Impaled Nazarene in a few days when there is a knock at my front door. Iâ??ve been so busy trying to prep for the interview that I had completely forgotten that I was going to have a few friends over for drinks tonight. I open the door to greet my guests tickled by the funny looks on their faces hearing they are slapped in the face by guitars and Sluti666 screaming on my stereo. I guess this is the part where I must inform you that while the group sitting in my living room may be among some of my closest friends, but they are by far the most â??normalâ? people that I know. More hip-hop and R&B than Goth and Death Metal, but I donâ??t hold that against them. I donâ??t bother to explain what theyâ??re hearing cause they already know who I am and what I like and over the years have learned to just deal with it. While they are trying to sort out what the fuck I could be listening to this time Iâ??m just happy that there are always booze at my house and tonight will not be a complete disappointment. Iâ??m in the kitchen making martinis when Nisha (the most up tight person of the group) picks up Imaplaed Nazareneâ??s bio from my coffee table. As I walk into the living room with drinks I notice her eyes are wide with what I can only guess is fear of what she has just read. She calls my name looking up at me from her place on the floor â??Are these guys youâ??re working with REALLY Satan worshipers?â? â??I donâ??t knowâ? I reply calmly â??read the bio your guess is as good as mineâ? her mouth drops in horror as I pass out drinks. â??Donâ??t you even care?â? she yells at me. â??Not really I reply as long as they rockâ? from there I move on with my almost neglected hostess duties. A few days later I relay her reaction to Sluti666.Laughing he says, â??Maybe we should sign her Bible?â? he asks, â??Fuck yeahâ? yeah I scream â??and make sure you put some pentagrams in there!â? from that moment on I knew this was going to be a kick ass interview.
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Last Updated ( Thursday, 06 April 2006 05:18 )
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Tuesday, 07 February 2006 02:20 |
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As always its late when I walk into my apartment. The living room is lit with an eerie blue glow as I realize that I once again have forgotten to turn off the TV. Silent animal images flash across the screen as I make my across the dark room to the bar and make a cocktail to help me relax after a long day. Settling in front of the now silent images I turn on the stereo and put in the new disc from Green Carnation, Acoustic Verses. Over the years I have heard about the bands constantly changing sounds and band line ups, but this is the first time that I've actually heard their music, so I am not sure what to expect. My ears are greeted with something that I canâ??t really explain. Itâ??s atmospheric, deep and moving. While I'm trying to put what I am hearing into words I just happen to take a look up at the TV as a massive shark jumps from the water with some hapless sea creature in its grip. Just as quickly as the giant fish made its powerful and dramatic appearance it disappeared beneath the waves and out of the cameras view. Only to appear again with a vengeance from nowhere, that's when it really hits me the music is like the sharks on TV. Powerful, masterful and subtle, it was definitely a very interesting experience. The next day I find myself on the phone with Green Carnation's Tchort trying to find out more about the incredible journey of Green Carnation.
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Last Updated ( Tuesday, 07 February 2006 02:21 )
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Sunday, 11 December 2005 07:01 |
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Its Friday night, the end of a long and shitty week, tonight I need a drink like a fat kid needs cake! I need a release before I crawl out of my skin! Without even thinking about it I call my favorite drinking buddy Jim and ask him if he wants to hit WeHo for some drinks, well all I needed to say is WeHo and drinks and I knew he would be in. I have about an hour to get dressed before an evening of drunken debauchery begins, but still something is missing. I need some music to get me in the mood, to give me energy to keep me moving while I get ready. I reach into the cd box and pull out Contra, the new release from Urceus Exit. Popping it into the stereo it doesnâ??t take long for the deep subtle grove to get to me. Making me dance in the shower as I follow along on a musical journey. As I make my way out of the shower to sort out what to wear, the grove of the disc changes to something dark and sensual, helping me pick something fun and sexy from my wardrobe. I was deciding what purse to take out for the night when Jim comes to the door â?? What the fuck are you listening to!?â? he asks making his way over to my mini bar â??the shit is hot!â? he sips a cocktail slowly on my sofa. Eyes closed obviously digging the grove the Urceus Exit is creating. After a few minutes I announce that Iâ??m ready to go, as we make our way out of my apartment and into the car, Jim stops in mid step, â??Bring that cd, that shit is defiantly hot.â? We spent the rest of the night cruising the bars letting the music fuel our drunken haze, but before the booze take me completely I make a mental note to myself to get to Urceus Exit a bit better.
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