DEAR JAPAN: OPEN-PLAN OFFICES ARE NOT AN IMMUTABLE PART OF YOUR CULTURE
They are, in fact, simply the worst idea you ever took from the West ever.
Know what's ironic? Death metal stops me from wanting to hurt people.
This right here - this is a perfect wall of sound. There are styles of music which are definitely more relaxing to me, such as classical piano and solo acoustic guitar, but the problem with such songs is precisely the empty spaces between the notes which I cannot enjoy when the last thread holding me back from first-degree murder is going to be snapped by two belly-slaps and a gurgling grunt that would make Princess Leia curl into the fetal position with all-too-vivid flashbacks from Tatooine.
Plus, these guys actually got some voices on them. And great orchestration. The naked slave I could really do without, though. I love the sound but just wish it could get divorced already from the seemingly compulsory misogyny. As delightfully farcical as the whole hardcore image is (the more I see of Dimmu Borgir, the more I see how hilariously spot-on Dethklok and Metalocalypse really are), that part of it is just unfortunate and ruins all the fun with asshattery. And the color palette as well - how out-of-place is a warm peach tone amidst all that corpse-grey and blue? Your obligatory bewb4ge is ruining the cinematography, gaiz.
Where all my death-metal wimminz at? Seriously, is there a chick-fronted group of this caliber out there? Help me strike a balance here, internets. I gotta date with Amazon.
P.S. --- fun fact: the hook for "Progenies of the Great Apocalypse" always always ALWAYS makes me think of the opeing theme for Tim Burton's Batman.
Know what's ironic? Death metal stops me from wanting to hurt people.
This right here - this is a perfect wall of sound. There are styles of music which are definitely more relaxing to me, such as classical piano and solo acoustic guitar, but the problem with such songs is precisely the empty spaces between the notes which I cannot enjoy when the last thread holding me back from first-degree murder is going to be snapped by two belly-slaps and a gurgling grunt that would make Princess Leia curl into the fetal position with all-too-vivid flashbacks from Tatooine.
Plus, these guys actually got some voices on them. And great orchestration. The naked slave I could really do without, though. I love the sound but just wish it could get divorced already from the seemingly compulsory misogyny. As delightfully farcical as the whole hardcore image is (the more I see of Dimmu Borgir, the more I see how hilariously spot-on Dethklok and Metalocalypse really are), that part of it is just unfortunate and ruins all the fun with asshattery. And the color palette as well - how out-of-place is a warm peach tone amidst all that corpse-grey and blue? Your obligatory bewb4ge is ruining the cinematography, gaiz.
Where all my death-metal wimminz at? Seriously, is there a chick-fronted group of this caliber out there? Help me strike a balance here, internets. I gotta date with Amazon.
P.S. --- fun fact: the hook for "Progenies of the Great Apocalypse" always always ALWAYS makes me think of the opeing theme for Tim Burton's Batman.