Thursday, January 01, 2009
Zombies, Village Voices, and Damnation: Three Quick Notes
Firstly, a kind friend sent me a series of albums for Christmas. One of them in particular is grabbing my attention--although Sia’s Some People Have Real Problems deserves some notice, too--and it surprised me quite a bit. Not a surprise in the quality, but a surprise in the tenor of the album. Opeth’s Damnation is a hell of a good album, trading the heavier sounds that I was familiar with for much quieter and delicate tones. Sounding, to my ears, much like Porcupine Tree (a good thing), songs like “Closure” and “In My Time of Need” sound nothing like the Cookie-Monster vocals that I’ve heard from them before. Admittedly, since I’m no fan of that vocal style, it shouldn’t be surprising that I don’t own any of Opeth’s albums. I’m curious to see if Damnation has any stylistic brethren in their catalog.
Second, without Nat Hentoff is there really any reason to read the Village Voice? I can’t think of any…
Third, who knew that LibertyGirl was a damned, evil zomby-hater? Though, to be fair, Zomby bin Laden is a bit of a disgrace to the league, isn’t he?
And, yes, I remain firmly committed to the proper misspelling of “zomby.” So there.

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Ummm…
Yeah. Don’t read the post I made a couple of days ago.
Trust me.
hehe, ZOMBY
, all is forgiven
I guess you’ll just have to shamble a little bit frickin’ faster, won’t you?
Heh. Didn’t know LG had made it to one of our little soirees… How else would she know how fast you shamble?
Then again, a half-tray of Jaegermeisters will make anybody shamble.
You should devote at least one lengthy post, if not several, to those albums. Your music posts are often your best works.
Ah, you say the nicest things.
I’ll do reviews of the full albums. Definitely worth the time.
And, OC, you need to remember to not steal the half-tray of shots next time around. The next morning is much less painful that way.
And another and: congratulations. San Diego fans are going to be insufferable for a while, aren’t they?