my music came!
God's Musicians is not as good as Vengeance. this is not to say it isn't good--it would be very hard to match up to Vengeance, as it is God. a wonderful bloody ballad about a werewolf, and a spooky-ambient disturbing setting of a modern Sami poem that threatens to become obssessive listening music are some high points i noticed the first time around. as well as Herr Holger, which i'd already heard, but i was following along with the lyrics and it really packed a wallop.
i think if more egregiously greedy people (read: corrupt CEOs and the like) got beheaded in Copenhagan and then returned as ghouls to tell their wives to give everything to charity because hell is painful, the world would be a far more interesting and possibly more livable place.
Hippjokk was...well, i'd expected it to not be like Karelia Visa, because of the absence of the two wonderful female vocalists (and the Best Bagpipes In The World), and i knew Wimme had collaborated with them on a few tracks, but i wasn't quite sure what else to expect. what i got was an album full of rich, hypnotic, edgy acoustic music. track 3, the bloody medieval ballad about a battle between good and evil, is fucking amazing. i was sitting there on the train with my headphones grinning psychotically the whole time it played. not as familiar with the second half of the album yet.
i still really want Trä, but Hedningarna is God even without the singers.
Groove, the first i have by Hoven Droven, i haven't fully explored yet, but i listened to a few tracks and they were, as i expected, rocking and yay. a jazz trumpet playing Scandinavian fiddle music with a rock background makes me happy.
Vittrad, another album by Garmarna, is on sale this week. i have yet to figure out what i'll order with it, but i think i have the money for another small (under 25) order. i should, with the amount of shitwork i've been doing around here.
in other news, there was Rocky, and i saw Lisa and folks, and Rachel and Pauline and Rafi got devirginized, and it was yay. i got too little sleep, of course. mum's sick and roaming around house in her nightgown and convinced that i'm breaking a hole in the floor.
i ought to stop talking about this music, because nobody who reads my LJ has experienced the yay of this stuff and knows what i'm talking about, but it's what's on my mind, so nyah.
this poem makes me happy. it's by Nils Ferlin, a Swedish poet, and is the lyrics of the last track on this album, "Fiddlers of God."
Where are those men who wandered upon the roads
With gentle eyes so saddened by crime and shame
Small brothers in the dark forests with wolves and snow
Where are those men who march onward towards death
They grimaced only for snowdrifts and cold and arrows
Small brothers in dark forests, wandering mile upon mile
From people's homes and farms were wickedness lies
Who hears their silver bells in the cloudy night?
Where have the brothers and the musicians gone
In the valley they have told me they're still alive
i think if more egregiously greedy people (read: corrupt CEOs and the like) got beheaded in Copenhagan and then returned as ghouls to tell their wives to give everything to charity because hell is painful, the world would be a far more interesting and possibly more livable place.
Hippjokk was...well, i'd expected it to not be like Karelia Visa, because of the absence of the two wonderful female vocalists (and the Best Bagpipes In The World), and i knew Wimme had collaborated with them on a few tracks, but i wasn't quite sure what else to expect. what i got was an album full of rich, hypnotic, edgy acoustic music. track 3, the bloody medieval ballad about a battle between good and evil, is fucking amazing. i was sitting there on the train with my headphones grinning psychotically the whole time it played. not as familiar with the second half of the album yet.
i still really want Trä, but Hedningarna is God even without the singers.
Groove, the first i have by Hoven Droven, i haven't fully explored yet, but i listened to a few tracks and they were, as i expected, rocking and yay. a jazz trumpet playing Scandinavian fiddle music with a rock background makes me happy.
Vittrad, another album by Garmarna, is on sale this week. i have yet to figure out what i'll order with it, but i think i have the money for another small (under 25) order. i should, with the amount of shitwork i've been doing around here.
in other news, there was Rocky, and i saw Lisa and folks, and Rachel and Pauline and Rafi got devirginized, and it was yay. i got too little sleep, of course. mum's sick and roaming around house in her nightgown and convinced that i'm breaking a hole in the floor.
i ought to stop talking about this music, because nobody who reads my LJ has experienced the yay of this stuff and knows what i'm talking about, but it's what's on my mind, so nyah.
this poem makes me happy. it's by Nils Ferlin, a Swedish poet, and is the lyrics of the last track on this album, "Fiddlers of God."
Where are those men who wandered upon the roads
With gentle eyes so saddened by crime and shame
Small brothers in the dark forests with wolves and snow
Where are those men who march onward towards death
They grimaced only for snowdrifts and cold and arrows
Small brothers in dark forests, wandering mile upon mile
From people's homes and farms were wickedness lies
Who hears their silver bells in the cloudy night?
Where have the brothers and the musicians gone
In the valley they have told me they're still alive