Music and culture war, part one of many

I cannot remember whether it was last night or sometime today, but I had the occasion to read this post through a Fudgebook link.

Legalise murder!

In a statement that both surprises me and fails to surprise me at all, I have to confess to finding a certain amount of enjoyment in the music of one G.G. Allin. G.G. had a simple mission statement during his musical career. That is, he wanted to reclaim “rock and roll” from the corporate interests that had essentially taken it over. At least, that was the theory. What he ended up doing in practice was running about the stage and audience naked, shitting on himself, flinging shit at the audience, and trading punches with said audience.

Overpopulation and why some people should be first in line to be made to prevent it

If there is a surefire way to make me think you are an idiot, right to the point where I want to throw my own dung at you, telling me that there is no such thing as overpopulation would be top of the list. Compounding that with badly-supported claims or pseudoscience is just icing on the cake so far as I am concerned. But in a conversation on a friend’s Fudgebook page, one person really went above and beyond the call.

Musicians I do not follow much, but have heard some great songs from

Okay, so I write a lot here about musicians that I listen to. And generally, when I mention a specific album from them, such as Apostrophe (‘) or 40 More Reasons To Hate Us, I actually own a copy of that album and have listened to it at length. Thus, when I make comments about why the album is not up to my standards or far exceeding them, and how it reflects the makers’ creative state of mind at the time of making, I pretty much always have a basis for what I am talking about. But from time to time, I come across an artist whose main body of work does not interest me that much, but little pieces thereof do. This writing will go into some of them and who they are. Not to mention why.

Prometheus. Is it everything we had hoped for? Well…

So after years of speculation about a prequel to Alien that explains where the “space jockey” and its ilk came from, Prometheus finally hit theatres this week. The funny thing about this is that such an idea had been in the works since around the time that the abominable Alien VS. Predator piece of shit film had been released.

(Oh yeah, if you are planning on going to see Prometheus and want to be completely surprised, stop reading now.)

Fantômas (aka Mike Patton is a genius, part three of many)

So I am sitting around, thinking to myself about what I am going to write next, and I think to myself “you know, Dean, you have just written about a piece of art that you enjoy by counting and laughing at all of the mistakes, so why not try writing about something you consider good or even great?”. And since I have not written about the recently-realised genius that Michael Allan Patton has been displaying over the last ten to fifteen years, why not?

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.