Well guys, the date has finally arrived. After weeks and weeks of borderline hysteria from people old enough to know better, tickets changing hands for ridiculous sums of money on ebay, a quickly knocked out best-of compilation and several million press inches, today is the day that the mighty Led Zeppelin play their reunion show to 'honour the life and work of Atlantic Records founder, the late Ahmet Ertegun'. Not to cash in on their outstanding legacy and legions of devotees from all corners of the globe. No-sir-ee-bob.
As you'd expect, Zeppelin have been on everyone's lips since it was first announced, way back in the mists of August that they were to reform (with the obvious exception of dearly-departed drummer John Bonham) and inspire the kind of musical rapture not seen since those legendary Queen gigs at jam-packed Wembley Stadium at the fag-end of the 80's. So it's quite right that they've been splashed all over the papers, magazines, and all those crazy blogs out there in cyberspace (I'm taking a virtual bow). Now, I know that I have already breached the topic of Led's reformation on this page, but I feel that it warrants more attention for a couple of reasons.
The first reason being that it has awakened a whole new generation of people who, until three weeks ago were unaware that a guitar has 6 strings, to the massive, exciting, sometimes terrifying world of rock n' roll. Parents all over the country have been getting all misty-eyed and sitting junior on their knee to regail that classic tale of the time back in the 70's when they took too much acid and thought that by listening to the drum beat of 'Ramble on' they had figured out the meaning of life. Or the incident with the groupie and the red-snapper fish (or shark depending on who you believe). Everyone has been quick to declare their love of Zeppelin, especially in the case of sunday newspaper columnists who wouldn't know their 'Rock and Roll' from their 'Kashmir' if it were staring them in the face. Still, undoubtedly a good thing overall eh?
The second miracle is that the reunion has completely eclipsed the other so-called mega musical event of the year; the Spice Girls reforming. These five ghastly, obscenely rich, vomit-inducing excuses for human beings thought that they'd be the centre of attention again for miming along to their musical atrocities while flailing around the stage in their too tight catsuits, under the illusion that anyone actually gives a flying fuck, but gloriously, due to the return of the Zep, their hideous excuse for 'musical talent' has passed by more or less unnoticed. Instead, I'm reading fantastically humble stories about how the only things requested on the LZ rider is tea, coffee and an ironing board. A far cry from the cash-obsessed void of intelligence that the Spice Girls inhabit.
So, all that remains is for the three old boys (and one younger son) to stroll on stage, plug in their instruments, and let us have it good and proper. They won't be as lively, there might be the odd bum-note, but you can bet your arse it'll be worth it. Long Live Led Zeppelin!
Monday, 10 December 2007
Riffs Over Baghdad
According to the website 'Middle East Online', the only heavy metal band in Baghdad; 'Acrassicauda' (named after a deadly scorpion) have had to flee their native country and escape to neighbouring Turkey, where they are seeking official refugee status. In a phone call to the website, bassist Firas al-Latif claimed: "We dare not go back, we'll be targeted even more than before. We're staying in Istanbul as refugees."
The four Metallica-loving band members recently became the subject of interest in Iraq, after a documentary (Heavy Metal In Baghadad) on their plight as extreme musicians in one of the world's most conservative country's was screened as the Toronto Film Festival. They came together in 2001, quickly gaining local notoriety, as well as attention from US magazine Vice, who ran a feature on the band. After the US-led invasion in 2003, the group were optimistic about their nation's future and even talked of recording an album, but the wave of secretarian violence and suicide bombings has caused them to flee to Damascus, where they remain in hiding.
Now, it's obvious that Iraq is a pretty messed up place, and has been for some time, first under Saddam Hussein and his tyrannical dictatorship, but also the mass fallout after the country was crushed by coalition forces, leaving it in perhaps a worse state than ever before. Nightly 'Death Squads' prowl the streets of Baghdad and other major cities, searching for intellectuals, including musicians, to be snuffed out, as they are seen as a threat to the neo-fascist militants who want to drag Iraq back to the dark ages. In any other situation, labelling a heavy metal musician as an intellectual would be a brilliant thing (for me at least) but in the case of the four brave members of Acrassicauda, it is an instant death sentence.
Fans and performers of metal have long been persecuted the world over for their musical tastes and the way they dress, but it really puts things in perspective when you discover that there are people on the other side of the world risking death for what they believe in. It's also equally shocking that this kind of persecution still exists in the middle east, after four years of fighting and 'regime change', but if a scene that most natives find totally alien can flourish and attract interest, in a place where Western culture is frowned upon, there truly is hope for us all. Let's just pray that it isn't long till the band members, and indeed everyone else living in fear over there don't have to hide anymore.
The four Metallica-loving band members recently became the subject of interest in Iraq, after a documentary (Heavy Metal In Baghadad) on their plight as extreme musicians in one of the world's most conservative country's was screened as the Toronto Film Festival. They came together in 2001, quickly gaining local notoriety, as well as attention from US magazine Vice, who ran a feature on the band. After the US-led invasion in 2003, the group were optimistic about their nation's future and even talked of recording an album, but the wave of secretarian violence and suicide bombings has caused them to flee to Damascus, where they remain in hiding.
Now, it's obvious that Iraq is a pretty messed up place, and has been for some time, first under Saddam Hussein and his tyrannical dictatorship, but also the mass fallout after the country was crushed by coalition forces, leaving it in perhaps a worse state than ever before. Nightly 'Death Squads' prowl the streets of Baghdad and other major cities, searching for intellectuals, including musicians, to be snuffed out, as they are seen as a threat to the neo-fascist militants who want to drag Iraq back to the dark ages. In any other situation, labelling a heavy metal musician as an intellectual would be a brilliant thing (for me at least) but in the case of the four brave members of Acrassicauda, it is an instant death sentence.
Fans and performers of metal have long been persecuted the world over for their musical tastes and the way they dress, but it really puts things in perspective when you discover that there are people on the other side of the world risking death for what they believe in. It's also equally shocking that this kind of persecution still exists in the middle east, after four years of fighting and 'regime change', but if a scene that most natives find totally alien can flourish and attract interest, in a place where Western culture is frowned upon, there truly is hope for us all. Let's just pray that it isn't long till the band members, and indeed everyone else living in fear over there don't have to hide anymore.
Sunday, 9 December 2007
Solidarity costs nothing
The Black Crusade Tour is currently tearing Europe a new arsehole. This quite frankly stunning conglomerate of the biggest bands in metal is just what the scene needs at the moment. 5 acts, all superb at their craft and ahead in their respective fields, bringing the metal back to the people, and all in one night. This tour is already being compared to the legendary 'Clash of the Titans' jaunt back in the early 90's featuring Slayer and Megadeth, a wholely valid justification.
Surely most reasonable fans would echo my sentiments here. What on earth could possibly be wrong with such an awesome collection of bands to swear allegiance to? (Machine Head, Trivium, DragonForce, Arch Enemy, Shadows Fall) None of these bands play anything resembling 'False Metal' a term that's dirtier than Gary Glitter in a nursery, but it seems that on several of the dates, some of the bands (Trivium and DragonForce especially) have been subjected to severe displays of hostility from large sections of the crowd.
I can refer back to some of my earlier posts with regards to Trivium; their third album being, well, shit, but why do DragonForce come in for such criticism? Ok, they play a very 'happy' hyperfast band of sugary power metal, but it still has plenty of bite, and Herman Li and Sam Totman are frequently lauded as two of the greatest shredders in the world today. So my question is, why do people go along to gigs that are a celebration of metal, with the lineups being hand picked by Robb Flynn of Machine Head, simply to direct their petty hatred at a band they have a minor problem with?
That's not all. Arch Enemy vocalist Angela Gossow, she of the sharp tongue and flowing golden locks is apparently unhappy at her band's low billing. "We should be higher up" she sniffs. Jesus Christ, why is there all this bitterness, not only from the dullards in the crowd but also the figureheads of the bands? Arch Enemy should be grateful to be on the tour, as should the rest of the line up. Shadows Fall (on first with a ridiculously easy set time) have been full of nothing but praise for the organisers, as they recognise what a great opportunity this is to have their music reach a wider audience. Finally! Some sense!
It's about time that both bands and audience be appreciative for what they have. All the bands are worthy of being on this tour, and the crowd should echo that. Likewise, no one in any of these bands has a right to moan about anything at the moment, being as they are, on one of the greatest shows to travel the world in the last 10 years. So come on boys and gals, let's see some solidarity in our scene. It really doesn't cost a thing.
Surely most reasonable fans would echo my sentiments here. What on earth could possibly be wrong with such an awesome collection of bands to swear allegiance to? (Machine Head, Trivium, DragonForce, Arch Enemy, Shadows Fall) None of these bands play anything resembling 'False Metal' a term that's dirtier than Gary Glitter in a nursery, but it seems that on several of the dates, some of the bands (Trivium and DragonForce especially) have been subjected to severe displays of hostility from large sections of the crowd.
I can refer back to some of my earlier posts with regards to Trivium; their third album being, well, shit, but why do DragonForce come in for such criticism? Ok, they play a very 'happy' hyperfast band of sugary power metal, but it still has plenty of bite, and Herman Li and Sam Totman are frequently lauded as two of the greatest shredders in the world today. So my question is, why do people go along to gigs that are a celebration of metal, with the lineups being hand picked by Robb Flynn of Machine Head, simply to direct their petty hatred at a band they have a minor problem with?
That's not all. Arch Enemy vocalist Angela Gossow, she of the sharp tongue and flowing golden locks is apparently unhappy at her band's low billing. "We should be higher up" she sniffs. Jesus Christ, why is there all this bitterness, not only from the dullards in the crowd but also the figureheads of the bands? Arch Enemy should be grateful to be on the tour, as should the rest of the line up. Shadows Fall (on first with a ridiculously easy set time) have been full of nothing but praise for the organisers, as they recognise what a great opportunity this is to have their music reach a wider audience. Finally! Some sense!
It's about time that both bands and audience be appreciative for what they have. All the bands are worthy of being on this tour, and the crowd should echo that. Likewise, no one in any of these bands has a right to moan about anything at the moment, being as they are, on one of the greatest shows to travel the world in the last 10 years. So come on boys and gals, let's see some solidarity in our scene. It really doesn't cost a thing.
This is just korny
What the hell has happened to Korn? It's just been announced that they are to headline Day 1 of the Dubai Desert Rock Festival next year. Hang on, that's surely a good thing you must be thinking. An iconic band who spawned ranks of imitators, and indeed, an entire musical movement should be awarded for their prowess in the musical field and have suitable accolades bestowed upon them.
BULLSHIT! Korn have been on a slippery slope down the slide of mediocrity ever since Brian 'Head' Welch gave up the crystal meth, realised that he loved Jesus instead of three chord, bouncy nu-metal riffs, grew an impressive amount of facial fuzz and jumped ship to live in a commune, dedicating his life to ol' JC. And he even wrote a book, pretty much with the same title as the line above. In the words of Al Gore, he's super serial.
This was quite a shock to the rock world at the time, as Welch, with his boundless energy and love for hard partying wasn't the ideal candidate for a life of humbleness and prayer, but there you go. Anyway, the point is that ever since he, and his considerable talent quit, Korn have quite franky, sucked balls. Their last two releases; 'See You On The Other Side' and 'Untitled' were both mundane in the extreme, the creative spark that inspired so many back in 1996, had finally flickered out.
And don't get me started on their live performances. As 'professional' as they may appear. There is now only three members of the original band (the drummer is out with exhaustion apparently) and five 'backing members' who are forced to stay in the wings of the stage and wear masks! Quite simply, Korn just aren't a band anymore. They're a faded dream desperately trying to cling onto the glory days of old, and giving them a headline slot will only further inflate their egos and lead them further down the path of disillusionment (Christ I sound like Head) that they've been treading for far too long. So Korn, please, quit while you still have some dignity left.
BULLSHIT! Korn have been on a slippery slope down the slide of mediocrity ever since Brian 'Head' Welch gave up the crystal meth, realised that he loved Jesus instead of three chord, bouncy nu-metal riffs, grew an impressive amount of facial fuzz and jumped ship to live in a commune, dedicating his life to ol' JC. And he even wrote a book, pretty much with the same title as the line above. In the words of Al Gore, he's super serial.
This was quite a shock to the rock world at the time, as Welch, with his boundless energy and love for hard partying wasn't the ideal candidate for a life of humbleness and prayer, but there you go. Anyway, the point is that ever since he, and his considerable talent quit, Korn have quite franky, sucked balls. Their last two releases; 'See You On The Other Side' and 'Untitled' were both mundane in the extreme, the creative spark that inspired so many back in 1996, had finally flickered out.
And don't get me started on their live performances. As 'professional' as they may appear. There is now only three members of the original band (the drummer is out with exhaustion apparently) and five 'backing members' who are forced to stay in the wings of the stage and wear masks! Quite simply, Korn just aren't a band anymore. They're a faded dream desperately trying to cling onto the glory days of old, and giving them a headline slot will only further inflate their egos and lead them further down the path of disillusionment (Christ I sound like Head) that they've been treading for far too long. So Korn, please, quit while you still have some dignity left.
Saturday, 8 December 2007
Why is Kerrang! so Kerrap?
As you may have noticed while casting your eyes over my page of deranged ramblings, I have a problem with Kerrrang! magazine. It started off as a minor irritation, but now it has blossomed into a full scale issue epidemic, so much that I wonder why I even bother to read and buy the thing anymore.
I started reading Kerrang! about seven years ago, when I first became interested in rock music. While round at a mate's house, looking sullenly out from under my hoodie, nodding along to Fred Durst ranting away about how nobody loves him, I picked up the magazine out of boredom, and immediately became engrossed in a whole brave new world of rock. I didn't know that this kind of thing existed! It was brilliant, there were all these other bands on the pages who I'd never heard of, but by God did they look cool, with their baggy jeans and long hair. "I want to listen to these bands" I thought to myself. "I've found my true calling and this glorious magazine is going to show me the way!"
So I began buying it every week, counting down the days till it came out so I could get my fill of all that was happening in the metal world that week. At the start it was brilliant, as all the main bands featured were ones I liked, and the smaller ones I soon got into, even though they were given such little coverage. That's when the problem started. As I got older, my tastes changed, and so did the magazine. The only problem was, they went in completely the opposite direction. Kerrang! continued to put the same old boring mainstream bands on the front cover, where reading the article only confirmed my belief that the band in question were boring musically, and had nothing to say for themselves. Surprise surprise!
I got more and more into the heavier side of things, scouring the album section for the most brutal and nasty sounding recordings on offer. My CD collection increased ad infinitum, helped along the way by a couple of more underground metal monthlies I had began to pick up. Yet I still kept buying Kerrang! even though I normally read about ten pages of the thing, I couldn't break the habit. This continues to this day. Sometimes I feel downright ashamed to walk to the counter with a big picture of My Chemical Romance staring out, all doey eyed and 'feel-my-inner-pain'. I get home and sift through the crap, read one article, two reviews and end up feeling like I've just been cheated.
A recent case in point is their inclusion, three weeks back of yet another '100 Greatest Gigs Ever'. Only this time it was a list compiled by readers. On Myspace. The resulting countdown turned out to be one of the most infuriating things I have ever had to endure reading. Of the 100 gigs, over 50 of them occured within the past three years. How a Paramore gig got rated 30 places higher than the first ever At The Drive In gig in Camden Barfly is beyond me. Or may'be it's because the voters have an average age of 14, and have only ever been to two gigs before in their life (the other being Gareth Gates), with Daddy watching their every move to ensure that they're home for bed at 10pm and that the band don't say a naughty word.
I have nothing against these kids getting into rock music, but Kerrang!, I beg you, please remember that the magazine is for THE FANS, not teenyboppers only into it because it's cool to be an emo at the moment. So come on, pull your head out of Fall Out Boy's arse, forget you ever heard the words 'Plain White T's' and put some real metal back in the mag. Otherwise, THE FANS will just keep deserting you in droves, as the teenyboppers will when alternative music goes out of fashion again in 6 months. It's not too late to change, so please consider it.
I started reading Kerrang! about seven years ago, when I first became interested in rock music. While round at a mate's house, looking sullenly out from under my hoodie, nodding along to Fred Durst ranting away about how nobody loves him, I picked up the magazine out of boredom, and immediately became engrossed in a whole brave new world of rock. I didn't know that this kind of thing existed! It was brilliant, there were all these other bands on the pages who I'd never heard of, but by God did they look cool, with their baggy jeans and long hair. "I want to listen to these bands" I thought to myself. "I've found my true calling and this glorious magazine is going to show me the way!"
So I began buying it every week, counting down the days till it came out so I could get my fill of all that was happening in the metal world that week. At the start it was brilliant, as all the main bands featured were ones I liked, and the smaller ones I soon got into, even though they were given such little coverage. That's when the problem started. As I got older, my tastes changed, and so did the magazine. The only problem was, they went in completely the opposite direction. Kerrang! continued to put the same old boring mainstream bands on the front cover, where reading the article only confirmed my belief that the band in question were boring musically, and had nothing to say for themselves. Surprise surprise!
I got more and more into the heavier side of things, scouring the album section for the most brutal and nasty sounding recordings on offer. My CD collection increased ad infinitum, helped along the way by a couple of more underground metal monthlies I had began to pick up. Yet I still kept buying Kerrang! even though I normally read about ten pages of the thing, I couldn't break the habit. This continues to this day. Sometimes I feel downright ashamed to walk to the counter with a big picture of My Chemical Romance staring out, all doey eyed and 'feel-my-inner-pain'. I get home and sift through the crap, read one article, two reviews and end up feeling like I've just been cheated.
A recent case in point is their inclusion, three weeks back of yet another '100 Greatest Gigs Ever'. Only this time it was a list compiled by readers. On Myspace. The resulting countdown turned out to be one of the most infuriating things I have ever had to endure reading. Of the 100 gigs, over 50 of them occured within the past three years. How a Paramore gig got rated 30 places higher than the first ever At The Drive In gig in Camden Barfly is beyond me. Or may'be it's because the voters have an average age of 14, and have only ever been to two gigs before in their life (the other being Gareth Gates), with Daddy watching their every move to ensure that they're home for bed at 10pm and that the band don't say a naughty word.
I have nothing against these kids getting into rock music, but Kerrang!, I beg you, please remember that the magazine is for THE FANS, not teenyboppers only into it because it's cool to be an emo at the moment. So come on, pull your head out of Fall Out Boy's arse, forget you ever heard the words 'Plain White T's' and put some real metal back in the mag. Otherwise, THE FANS will just keep deserting you in droves, as the teenyboppers will when alternative music goes out of fashion again in 6 months. It's not too late to change, so please consider it.
3rd time sucky?
The phrase 'difficult third album' should be familiar to anyone who has ever been in a band that has actually got anywhere with their music. It can be a real 'make or break' time for established artists, with this being their big chance to break into the mainstream (or at least the upper leagues of their selected genre) or falling flat on their smug faces, disappearing into obscurity and leaving their few remaining fans who didn't hate the abortion passing as a third album to moan about it to their mates, who couldn't give a shit either way.
The process of making a name for yourself as a group begins on the toilet circuit. You will have to play a lot of tiny, empty, foul smelling dives until word gets round that you've got talent. If this happens, (you actually need talent for this, it's not like going on the X Factor) people will start turning up to your gigs, and probably look like they're enjoying it. You gain a bit more profile, perhaps record a demo on the cheap in your mate's living room, then head down back to London again in the hope of getting signed. Word travels far when it comes to music, and when you stagger off stage at the end of your set with the crowd still screaming your name, drenched in sweat, some grinning fat cat from a mega huge, mega rich, mega important record company turns up and offers you a record deal. How cool is that?
Your first album is the dogs bollocks. All your knew found fans can't get enough of you, tours to decent sized clubs are booked (you have an agent for chrissakes!), you jet all over the world, playing to thousands of fans, endulge in some debauched behaviour with some groupies and are more or less on your way to becoming a big star. Repeat again for album Number 2, only times it by 10 and you're somewhere there. It's amazing, you can't believe how awesome this is. You're on the front cover of Kerrang!, may'be even NME! How could things go wrong?
Here we come to the 'difficult third album.' By this stage you're burnt out from touring the world for the past three years, you've realised that it wasn't just the smell of the drummer you hated, it's everything about him, and the pressure's really on to keep on top of the pile. So you begin work on your third album, and there are three main things that can happen.
1. Your album is a complete success in every way possible. It's the greatest thing you've ever heard, it blows the fans, the critics and the doubters away, future stardom is assured, you're on cloud nine, everything goes into overdrive and your're made for life. You didn't sacrifice any artistic integrity for this album, yet it connected with the mainstream. What a brilliant result! (See: Metallica - 'Master of Puppets')
2. Your third effort is a terribly over-produced, trend following, poorly written, half-arsed, abomination. The executives wearing Armani suits at the meeting you went to in the really plush office told you to make your music more accessible "So it'll get on Radio 1". You've become so convinced of your awesomeness, so you follow their 'advice' without question. It comes out with plenty of fanfare, borderline hysteria, critics rush to come and praise you as gods, listen to the album... and say; "This is absolutely fucking awful! What happened?" You're shellshocked at this proclamation. You slam the critics, you tour your arses off, but you cry every night when you go to sleep in your seperate tour buses because the boos are still ringing in your ears. (See: Trivium - 'The Crusade')
3. After building a reputation as one of the biggest and best bands in the world, with your first two albums being heralded as pinnacles of excellence, you're thinking; "How can I better this? May'be I can do something different?" So you record an album equally as awesome as anything you've ever imagined. This album is heralded as the tenth wonder of the world by your scene, but the mainstream press reject it. And the thing is, you don't care, because the last thing you ever wanted to be was a rock star. You wanted to make music for yourself, not for the radio, so you recorded a big 'Fuck You' to the mainstream, stuck to your guns and became heroes in your own right. Integrity is you. (See: Pantera - 'Far Beyond Driven)
The process of making a name for yourself as a group begins on the toilet circuit. You will have to play a lot of tiny, empty, foul smelling dives until word gets round that you've got talent. If this happens, (you actually need talent for this, it's not like going on the X Factor) people will start turning up to your gigs, and probably look like they're enjoying it. You gain a bit more profile, perhaps record a demo on the cheap in your mate's living room, then head down back to London again in the hope of getting signed. Word travels far when it comes to music, and when you stagger off stage at the end of your set with the crowd still screaming your name, drenched in sweat, some grinning fat cat from a mega huge, mega rich, mega important record company turns up and offers you a record deal. How cool is that?
Your first album is the dogs bollocks. All your knew found fans can't get enough of you, tours to decent sized clubs are booked (you have an agent for chrissakes!), you jet all over the world, playing to thousands of fans, endulge in some debauched behaviour with some groupies and are more or less on your way to becoming a big star. Repeat again for album Number 2, only times it by 10 and you're somewhere there. It's amazing, you can't believe how awesome this is. You're on the front cover of Kerrang!, may'be even NME! How could things go wrong?
Here we come to the 'difficult third album.' By this stage you're burnt out from touring the world for the past three years, you've realised that it wasn't just the smell of the drummer you hated, it's everything about him, and the pressure's really on to keep on top of the pile. So you begin work on your third album, and there are three main things that can happen.
1. Your album is a complete success in every way possible. It's the greatest thing you've ever heard, it blows the fans, the critics and the doubters away, future stardom is assured, you're on cloud nine, everything goes into overdrive and your're made for life. You didn't sacrifice any artistic integrity for this album, yet it connected with the mainstream. What a brilliant result! (See: Metallica - 'Master of Puppets')
2. Your third effort is a terribly over-produced, trend following, poorly written, half-arsed, abomination. The executives wearing Armani suits at the meeting you went to in the really plush office told you to make your music more accessible "So it'll get on Radio 1". You've become so convinced of your awesomeness, so you follow their 'advice' without question. It comes out with plenty of fanfare, borderline hysteria, critics rush to come and praise you as gods, listen to the album... and say; "This is absolutely fucking awful! What happened?" You're shellshocked at this proclamation. You slam the critics, you tour your arses off, but you cry every night when you go to sleep in your seperate tour buses because the boos are still ringing in your ears. (See: Trivium - 'The Crusade')
3. After building a reputation as one of the biggest and best bands in the world, with your first two albums being heralded as pinnacles of excellence, you're thinking; "How can I better this? May'be I can do something different?" So you record an album equally as awesome as anything you've ever imagined. This album is heralded as the tenth wonder of the world by your scene, but the mainstream press reject it. And the thing is, you don't care, because the last thing you ever wanted to be was a rock star. You wanted to make music for yourself, not for the radio, so you recorded a big 'Fuck You' to the mainstream, stuck to your guns and became heroes in your own right. Integrity is you. (See: Pantera - 'Far Beyond Driven)
Monday, 3 December 2007
Generic Top 10
I see today that several magazines and webzines such as Decibel have released a list of their Top 10 albums of 2007. This is nothing new, it has been an annual feature in pretty much every music magazine in existence. However, whenever I look at these compilations I normally have to fight back a rising sense of irritation that sometimes results in me shouting, swearing, and hurling the mag in question away from me with all my might, so repulsed am I by what I've read. And of course, getting ordered off the bus for 'making a scene.'
What irritates me so much about these Magazine's Top 20 Albums of the Year, is they very rarely correspond with what was said about the albums in question in previous months, when first reviewed. And this can work both ways. Albums that in March were given 6/10 and described as 'an average return to form' can easily appear in the Top 5 of any end of year list, normally because the band is newsworthy due to the millionaire lead singer shacking up with Tinseltown bimbo .47 or more often than not, because the journalist cannot remember the 'awe inspiring' underground progressive death metallers who he awarded full marks to earlier in the year! "Who? Well they can't be that good! They're not in the charts!"
So many quality underground releases are completely ignored come Christmas time, primarily so the magazine won't have to fend off a sled of accusations along the lines of "If all these extreme metal acts are your best albums of the year, why have they only ever been given half a page of coverage?" The kind of accusations I find myself screaming at the glossy pages of Kerrang! (the main offender by miles) when it informs me that the creme de la creme of the past twelve months of metal are releases by My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, Panic at the Disco, Lostprophets and Foo Fighters. Sometimes even if they haven't got an album out.
So beware when skimming down the miles of lists that will inevitably pop up like an out of control whack-a-mole game over the next few weeks. They will most likely be lies that make Baby Satan cry. Here, to get in on the act, is my 2007 Top 5.
1. As I Lay Dying - 'An Ocean Between Us'
2. Electric Wizard - 'Witchcult Today'
3. Down - 'III Over The Under'
4. Job For A Cowboy - 'Genesis'
5. The Dillinger Escape Plan - 'Ire Works'
Go out and buy all of these albums immediately. I'll be paying attention to the incoming lists, wonder how accuarte I'll be?
What irritates me so much about these Magazine's Top 20 Albums of the Year, is they very rarely correspond with what was said about the albums in question in previous months, when first reviewed. And this can work both ways. Albums that in March were given 6/10 and described as 'an average return to form' can easily appear in the Top 5 of any end of year list, normally because the band is newsworthy due to the millionaire lead singer shacking up with Tinseltown bimbo .47 or more often than not, because the journalist cannot remember the 'awe inspiring' underground progressive death metallers who he awarded full marks to earlier in the year! "Who? Well they can't be that good! They're not in the charts!"
So many quality underground releases are completely ignored come Christmas time, primarily so the magazine won't have to fend off a sled of accusations along the lines of "If all these extreme metal acts are your best albums of the year, why have they only ever been given half a page of coverage?" The kind of accusations I find myself screaming at the glossy pages of Kerrang! (the main offender by miles) when it informs me that the creme de la creme of the past twelve months of metal are releases by My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, Panic at the Disco, Lostprophets and Foo Fighters. Sometimes even if they haven't got an album out.
So beware when skimming down the miles of lists that will inevitably pop up like an out of control whack-a-mole game over the next few weeks. They will most likely be lies that make Baby Satan cry. Here, to get in on the act, is my 2007 Top 5.
1. As I Lay Dying - 'An Ocean Between Us'
2. Electric Wizard - 'Witchcult Today'
3. Down - 'III Over The Under'
4. Job For A Cowboy - 'Genesis'
5. The Dillinger Escape Plan - 'Ire Works'
Go out and buy all of these albums immediately. I'll be paying attention to the incoming lists, wonder how accuarte I'll be?
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