Why I spent 165 dollars on a pair of headphones.

I have to admit, I depend on quite a lot of things. Some of which, such as the ability to feel safe in my own skin, I ought to be able to take for granted. And the fact that I cannot take that one for granted, well, certain people out there ought to take a good, hard look at themselves about that one.

Primer about My DyING BRIDE

As I reread a lot of my work on this journal, it occurs to me that it often swings back and forth between media and political musings. This is for a reason. Put simply, I have a very low supply left of patience for examples of normalist prejudice, and getting bombarded with such day in and day out means sometimes I need to blow off steam by sharing examples of good and unusual media. Usually, those two words, good and unusual, come together.

Therion. An introduction of sorts.

Whilst I do not have the time or inclination to attempt to explain them at present, I thought I would take some time to explain one of the bands I regularly listen to and even base some of my fictions upon images I get whilst listening to. I refer, of course, to the Swedish symphonic doom metal band called Therion.

Lawnmower Deth. Awesome name, (mostly) awesome band, awesome… lawnmower!

When I was in my early to mid teens, I began to become acquainted with examples of the musical style that can be considered doom metal’s (and to a lesser extent black metal’s) baby brother: death metal. Death metal can, stylistically, be regarded as a lighter, less intense form of black or doom metal, but this is not the only dissimilarity. Whereas doom metal emphasises slow, crushing, even whining rhythms with an emphasis on bizarre and/or unusual harmonics, death metal tends to have a far greater tempo, for starters.

Unholy

I have lost count of the number of distinct artists I have on what I like to derisively refer to as my iPood. It is probably in the low hundreds. The story of how I came to be the proud owner of an iPood is one I will tell in a little while. Suffice to say for now that of the hundreds of artists that sit on my iPood and occasionally get listened to, none have perplexed me more than the Finnish doom-black metal crossover who went by the name Unholy.