lazarus
Blue Crack Supplier
I didn't say it was his basement.
It's more fun taking them back to YOUR basement, where you can take your time.
It's more fun taking them back to YOUR basement, where you can take your time.
True, but the flipside is that some songs take you back to wonderful parts of your life. Like, if I hear Wave of Sorrow, it reminds me of fighting for my life against Bloodmounts. That's just how it goes.
I didn't say it was his basement.
It's more fun taking them back to YOUR basement, where you can take your time.
I just got my copy of Girl Talk's Night Ripper.
Can't wait to take it home and hear it!
Random comment: Flaming Lips' A Spark That Bled sounds fucking great on good headphones.
How about The Cock That Bled?
I don't believe for a second you made that, Jaz.
I just got my copy of Girl Talk's Night Ripper.
Can't wait to take it home and hear it!
Random comment: Flaming Lips' A Spark That Bled sounds fucking great on good headphones.
I just got my copy of Girl Talk's Night Ripper.
Can't wait to take it home and hear it!
It sounds even better than A Spark That Bled. These alternate versions suck.Cool, but how does The Spark That Bled sound on good headphones?
Flaming Lips=always fucking great period.
So there's a disc version of this now? Where did you purchase?
For the record, I did not like Night Ripper nearly as much as Feed the Animals.
It's epoch making stuff for a young person when they first make acquaintance with a a cacophony of sound they find irresistible. The honour for me of that life changing moment belongs to Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds 2004 double opus Abattoir Blues/ The Lyre of Orpheus. I purchased it right at the beginning of a new adventure, going to uni for the first time in Bristol which was a moment of perfect synthesis between life and art. The first time away from home in a strange place can be quite the tumultuous affair, one I didn't handle too well; too many parties, too little work, too many strands of life I lost control of. Throughout it all I had Nick Cave's work of doubt, restlessness, anger and joy as a score to my life. The Abattoir Blues is an epic but abrasive gospel, where religious imagery is used to underline Cave's sentiments on faith such as in Get Ready For Love, which my own views grew to echo “Praise Him till you've forgotten what you're praising Him for”, it tied with the disillusionment I was feeling, and gave me the words I needed to voice it. It also features There She Goes My Beautiful World, name checking great writers and artists who met adversity head on and overcame it, it's a begging plea for inspiration in sound and lyric, with an incessant building to a crescendo with real venom (youtube the live performances). Fancying myself a great poet, I felt it gave me the justification for being a restless soul in search of something greater. The second disc The Lyre of Orpheus is a much more mellow, contemplative record, with a still present gospel choir at hand but deployed more sparingly. It contains the purest pop song on the album Breathless. Absorbed in my own little world, it broke through my erected pretences, with a simple earnest ode to nature or a lover, still not sure which. I remember listening to it when I came to my decision to leave uni, it gave me a sense of peace. I've moved on, the song meanings have changed with me, the people, places and thoughts they represent are different, but the album still has a subtle but profound effect on how I am, it holds a mirror up to me and I can see my flaws, for better and worse.