Nice use of "bated."



So very, very NOT CRAP. Intense and bowel-watering. They've spawned some imitators that I think are diluting their impact by association, but they still destroy.

And personally, I like "viking warrior." You know, not in THAT way. 'Cause I'm not into blondes.

NOT CRAP.

Times of Grace kicks some pretty serious ass. My wife said it scares her when I play it. I blew out a speaker rocking the thried track one time.

I only have the Neurosis & Jarboe album. What is the best of early stuff?

Depends on how you define early. Of all their albums, I'd say Through Silver In Blood is most necessary. Before that? I like its immediate predecessor, Enemy of the Sun.

I'd put Souls at Zero first, myself.

The cover of Saturday Night Holocaust on Virus 100 is essential.

saw neurosis once, at a buddy's behest, during the times of grace tour. (today is the day played too, along with this vageuly rap-metal band bongzilla that sucked total ass.)

very good live show, the neurosis. normally not my style of music, but they had a lot of texture, some very memorable songs, and of course a unique presence. wouldn't wanna do battle with this band. they look like post-apocalyptic warriors, and sound like it too.

i wont even pretend to be an afficiando, but i like everything i've heard -- and i hate metal, so that's saying something.

You'll have a hard time convincing me that there is anything better than
the sound and riff of Cold Ascending. They just hold it back and back
letting that sinister vibe grow then BAM, the main riff kicks in and it's
like shock and awe.

b

Right, I have a confession to make.

I went out with a woman for four years who would suddenly develop health complaints if we had an event scheduled to attend that she didn't fancy. She was also pathologically jealous and would hate me going to gigs on my own.

On MY BIRTHDAY about five or six years ago, NEUROSIS and VOIVOD played the Garage in London. On MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY. Lo and behold, two hours before the gig, guess who gets a massive headache?

You know what we did?

We went to the cinema.

You know what we saw?

Fucking ANALYSE THIS.

ANALYSE FUCKING THIS.

Epilogue:

I analysed this and got the fuck out of there. We broke up on CHRISTMAS MORNING, 2001. That, my dears, is revenge.

Mr Bomber, please play England again soon, preferably with another dischordant progressive thrash band with a resurrected guitarist.

Shit, that's grim.

The more I read "AND VOIVOD", the grimmer it gets.
I feel your pain.

After making Mrs B sit through 3 hours of Bagpipe drones and heavy bass
á la Deep Space on one of my birthdays, I finally won her confidence back
last year on my birthday by taking her to see Dirty Three. She kind of
trusts me again, though she did get a shock at the Tubes when Fee Waybill
burst on stage practically naked.

b

nada-crapola.