Ohhh, I like Your Size
So I am listening to what is pretty much quantifiably the best rap song ever, Warren G's "Regulate." But that, I assure you, is not what I am here to talk to you about. I am here to talk about something else, after I relate semi-interesting events. First, Ellen (from Portland) and Stuart (from Australia) visited me. It was awesome. We drank lot and explored Lynn Canyon for a bit (in separate time periods, I assure you, otherwise I'd probably be dead. Later in the week, I went to the record store to buy some CDs and serendipitously happened to catch a Hawksley Workman in store set. I'm not a big fan, but that was still, if you ask me, pretty cool. A very pleasant 30 minutes, anyways.
But the reason for this, as the reason for most of my recent posts (its the only way I can justify my vague descriptions of life and general whingery these days), is to talk about some music. I'm here to very briefly tell you about the difference between Lair of the Minotaur and Brain Drill. First off, we can ignore the fact that Lair Of The Minotaur is a thrash sludge band (more thrash, less sludge), and that Brain Drill is hyper fast tech death. Not relevant. What matters is that Lair of The Minotaur wants to set off to war with you, kicking the shit out of things. Brain Drill does not bother with such petty things. Brain Drill just wants to kill you. That is why Brain Drill wins. 16 Brain Drill v 1 UNC? Brain Drill 9 times out of 10, and that one is because they got too many technical fouls (colloquially know as the Rasheed Wallace) for murdering the officiating squad. Brain Drill is the future. All hail Brain Drill.
