No, not the (awesome) Napalm Death song, just another musing (hence the blog title) about my life, that only really feels to be starting now, as I enter my last few days of secondary school. Whilst the excitement in my year group is ubiquitous, I personally am incredibly nervous about the whole 'responsibility' thing; as I've never really had to work hard at school, and thus I'm now worried about how I'm going to be able to adjust.
So how am I coping? Stress is fine by me, I can just dismiss it with a flick of the switch. Haha. That's another thing I don't know - I've never really been stressed, and again, I'm worried about how I will cope.
Anyway, I thought I should note that I'm writing this from a school computer, after much difficulty, as according to my school's dumb firewall my own blog is pornographic. Yeah, because people get off on recounts of school politics. I had to sign in, then go to a post that doesn't exist, just in order to be able to access the 'New Post' button.
I've already finished RE, PE, IT, History, Food, Physics and Biology FOREVER, and have finished Maths for the year. I mean, I'm really glad to see the back of the sciences, and short course IT's just a joke, but I really enjoyed History over the last couple of years, due to my incredibly down-to-earth teacher, and I'm sad to finish it.
So now, I've just really got a series of exams to hurdle.
Showing posts with label Napalm Death. Show all posts
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Friday, 14 May 2010
Sunday, 9 May 2010
Doing the iPod
No, not a dance where you see how compact, thin, sleek and shiny you can make yourself, but a bi-weekly (for me anyway) ritual in which one shuffles about the music on the ol’ iPod from an extensive (see previous post ‘A list of my music’) library.
You see, in my sad little world, I actually look forward to this with earnest, as it gives me a chance to shuffle about what I’ve to listen to over the next fortnight, and get a change from whatever I’ve been listening to over the last fortnight, as I very rarely have the foresight to put a mixture of metals on there, and very rarely anything else – right now I’m all grindcored out from 9 different Napalm Death albums, Genghis Tron, Insect Warfare, Nasum, Phobia, Pig Destroyer, Raw Noise (ok, so crust punk but whatever), and Rotten Sound.
So, I go painstakingly through my library, artist by artist, and pick out any albums which take my fancy, either ‘Ooh, I’m not quite sure what that sounds like’, ‘Ooh, that’s new’, ‘Ooh, I haven’t heard that in a while’ or ‘Ooh, that’s an awesome album, better put it on again’. This is a process which usually takes about 45 minutes, and is actually quite invigorating, believe it or not!
After this is done, I have to see whether my (8GB) iPod would be overfull from the playlist I’ve created or not, and if so, I have to unfortunately go through all the albums I’ve picked, and take some out. Bang, there goes another 15 minutes.
Right now, I feel like something proggy…
You see, in my sad little world, I actually look forward to this with earnest, as it gives me a chance to shuffle about what I’ve to listen to over the next fortnight, and get a change from whatever I’ve been listening to over the last fortnight, as I very rarely have the foresight to put a mixture of metals on there, and very rarely anything else – right now I’m all grindcored out from 9 different Napalm Death albums, Genghis Tron, Insect Warfare, Nasum, Phobia, Pig Destroyer, Raw Noise (ok, so crust punk but whatever), and Rotten Sound.
So, I go painstakingly through my library, artist by artist, and pick out any albums which take my fancy, either ‘Ooh, I’m not quite sure what that sounds like’, ‘Ooh, that’s new’, ‘Ooh, I haven’t heard that in a while’ or ‘Ooh, that’s an awesome album, better put it on again’. This is a process which usually takes about 45 minutes, and is actually quite invigorating, believe it or not!
After this is done, I have to see whether my (8GB) iPod would be overfull from the playlist I’ve created or not, and if so, I have to unfortunately go through all the albums I’ve picked, and take some out. Bang, there goes another 15 minutes.
Right now, I feel like something proggy…
Monday, 19 April 2010
Napalm Death
So I went to see Napalm on Saturday at a little venue close to where I live with a few friends, who were more interested in the spectacle than the music itself. Although I've not been to many gigs, so I don't have many points of reference, I can safely say that Napalm put on an AMAZING show, in their own special no-frills manner. And let's face it, when you've got a message behind the music, aside from the generic 'WUUURGH, SATAN!' crap, it's a lot easier to maintain interest in the music, lyrics and the banter, however much 1349 might hide behind their fire breathing facade.
After two support bands who seemed to only exist to annoy, one band late to the metalcore scene by three or four years, whose name surprisingly escapes me, trying to make their music 'deep' by including instrumental interludes that were ultimately unmemorable, and trying to hit the Dillinger-esque 'mathy' audience, not by complicated music or time signatures, but instead by excessive use of pinch harmonics, and a tough guy hardcore band on the Hatebreed axis, who seemed to use the same chord progressions throughout, and further enhanced their meatheaded image by entitling a song 'Fuck You And Fuck Off', or something along those lines, dedicated to the BNP, who surely will take all the publicity they can get, especially the sort which doesn't put forth reasons for dissent against their political ideas. This lot were called 'All Will Suffer', and although they were mildly enjoyable, only served to fill time before the arrival of the mighty NAPALM DEATH.
The problem was further aggravated by the time Napalm took to come on, a good half an hour, which although expected, was like the slow drag of Advent for a young child. Eventually, they came on, although I'd already managed to exchange a 'hello' with Barney Greenway who was walking to the sound guy, or the toilet. Opening with the, well, opener of their most recent album 'Time Waits For No Slave' - 'Strongarm' - was again expected, and their set was littered with more recent tracks. However, everybody came for the tracks off 'Scum' through 'Harmony Corruption', and the pits for those were largest by far - although it's hard to count exact numbers whilst you're being mauled - except, of course, for 'You Suffer', in which there wasn't time, especially seeing as it came as a surprise to everybody, not least Shane Embury, it would seem!
Altogether, I personally emerged relatively unscathed, except for one bruise on my head from a headbutt and the general feeling of being, well, knackered. Taking home a free poster, now sitting on my bedroom wall, proudly declaring 'NO FUCKING SLAVE' was also a good move, as not only does it look good, but it will help preserve fond memories of the night.
Next? Deathfest...
After two support bands who seemed to only exist to annoy, one band late to the metalcore scene by three or four years, whose name surprisingly escapes me, trying to make their music 'deep' by including instrumental interludes that were ultimately unmemorable, and trying to hit the Dillinger-esque 'mathy' audience, not by complicated music or time signatures, but instead by excessive use of pinch harmonics, and a tough guy hardcore band on the Hatebreed axis, who seemed to use the same chord progressions throughout, and further enhanced their meatheaded image by entitling a song 'Fuck You And Fuck Off', or something along those lines, dedicated to the BNP, who surely will take all the publicity they can get, especially the sort which doesn't put forth reasons for dissent against their political ideas. This lot were called 'All Will Suffer', and although they were mildly enjoyable, only served to fill time before the arrival of the mighty NAPALM DEATH.
The problem was further aggravated by the time Napalm took to come on, a good half an hour, which although expected, was like the slow drag of Advent for a young child. Eventually, they came on, although I'd already managed to exchange a 'hello' with Barney Greenway who was walking to the sound guy, or the toilet. Opening with the, well, opener of their most recent album 'Time Waits For No Slave' - 'Strongarm' - was again expected, and their set was littered with more recent tracks. However, everybody came for the tracks off 'Scum' through 'Harmony Corruption', and the pits for those were largest by far - although it's hard to count exact numbers whilst you're being mauled - except, of course, for 'You Suffer', in which there wasn't time, especially seeing as it came as a surprise to everybody, not least Shane Embury, it would seem!
Altogether, I personally emerged relatively unscathed, except for one bruise on my head from a headbutt and the general feeling of being, well, knackered. Taking home a free poster, now sitting on my bedroom wall, proudly declaring 'NO FUCKING SLAVE' was also a good move, as not only does it look good, but it will help preserve fond memories of the night.
Next? Deathfest...
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