I'll admit that my previous post was utter rubbish! Precisely blank with ideas, I decided to ramble about something I've been working on for months now.
This just shows that despite my talent for creative writing, that goddamn writer's block just holds me down like an anchor.
But anyways, since I'm all about music, I've decided to list down the tracks that I've been listening to religiously for the past few months. As I planned on swizzling out the few songwriters that I adamantly admire, I realised that I will need time and a chuck-load of words that are precise and a wee bit ingenious.
Instead of burdening myself with that load, I've decided to make it easier for me and my fellow readers. Especially those who are busy preparing themselves for the upcoming midterms.
Good luck to all of you.
The Stone Roses - I Am The Resurrection
Roughly 8-minutes long of graceful and camouflaged "up yours" sentiment could be applied to either a lover whose dumped you or annoying piece of dung in general. Ian Brown should be proud of himself for being a top-notch composer, even though his vocals aren't really much to brag about.
Pixies-Debaser
"Big fat man that looks like a butcher but sounds like a little girl," said Kolai, a fictional fan of the stud-like Frank Black/Black Francis. The inspiration behind the venomous riffs of Smells Like Teen Spirit. The best part about this song is the disturbing lyric about "slicing up eyeballs".
Worth a listen.
Manic Street Preachers - Ocean Spray
It opens with a man explaining something about water in Japanese. The song immediately left me speechless after hearing it. If it's not the melody to brag about, it's the lyrics. Explaining emotions and expressions like "It's easy to laugh, it's easy to cry. To cry so so hard, that it can't be denied." tells us that James Dean Bradfield can make you cry even though he's as chirpy and Snow White.
Nirvana - Heart-Shaped Box
The only thing I have to say ....
THE MOST FUCKED UP LOVE-SONG IN THE WORLD....EVER!
The Fratellis - Chelsea Dagger
Scottish trio introduces a knuckle-dragging glam-rock stomp that will leave you humming out their inevitably catchy Do-do-do's.
The Veils - Advice For Young Mothers To Be
Finn Andrews, son of XTC keyboardist, Barry Andrews, channels the spirits of Jeff Buckley and Nick Cave to conjure up a pounding mix of doom and gloom that's all of his own.
The Horrors - Count In Fives
They look like they've just emerged from a crypt and make equally unholy racket. But when it comes to "tally", frontman Faris Rotter will cut you in half!
.............................................................................................................................................................
(this is all for now. I need my beauty sleep!)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment