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| Thursday, September 20, 2007 10:01 AM |
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 by Fëanor |
I know some people who love to listen to the same song(s) over and over again, but I'm not that kind of guy. I'd rather move on than repeat. So it's very rare that I get to the end of a song and decide that I need to immediately hit back and listen to that song again.
But I just did exactly that with "Rapture of Riddley Walker" by Clutch off From Beale St. to Oblivion.
If you are not familiar with Clutch, I highly recommend that you go out immediately and buy as many of their albums as you can find. They are Gods of Metal, and kings among men.
UPDATE: After Babs' outburst against metal, I feel compelled to add that while, yes, the genre - especially lyrically - does tend toward the ridiculously self-important, as well as the cheesy and the bombastic, not ALL metal is like that. Clutch's form of metal, for instance, is very clever, funny, and self-aware, and is mixed liberally with many other genres, including jazz, rock, and rap. They do hold onto the usual metal obsessions with sci-fi and horror, but for that I salute them. |
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