Tomorrow night, next concert! Finally!
Extreme playing at the Live Music Hall, Cologne.
Pretty excited, though they're not my all time favourites; but still a great world-class band I wanted to see for a long time.
Also brings up memories of so many awesome concerts there: Skyclad/Subway to Sally, Iced Earth/Nevermore, Pennywise/Heideroosjes/Beatsteaks, Transatlantic, Porcupine Tree, Knorkator, Volbeat, etc...
Red Hot Chilli Peppers released their fifth LP, “Blood Sugar Sex Magik”
This is their peak, imho. Which frankly isn’t saying much. It’s more funk and rock, less metal. I really enjoy a few tracks from each RHCP album, but an album’s worth has just never materialized for me.
However one feels about this album, my god does it represent 90’s alt rock perfectly. That’s both a compliment and a criticism. They got super popular which in part led to the departure of their guitarist (good for him, he was clearly stressed and self-medicating in the worst possible way).
Yesterday I linked a self-titled album by little-known Aotearoa band Runt (from Ōtepoti). This is my favourite track from it, also called Runt. Still sends shivers down my spine. That breakdown...
"You should be scared, it doesn't show
You're gonna die, you don't know
Flat-featured face, curly tail
Your porky brother's for sale
You were born number nine
The mother is doing fine
Now put your head on the block
You're the runt, you're the runt"
Still struggling to pick a #PopMonday track for the #CarsAndBicyles theme, but because we camp in our #Metal friends music tags so often, I feel I must stretch the rules and post this. Also, when I was about 17, Primus was the shit.
"As a young man
I plug into the tube
But the stench of all that pretense
I cannot muddle through
I lay on my back
And scan the radio
All that comes out my speakers
Is a steady syrup flow...
I am Antipop, I'll run against the grain till the day I drop
I am the Antipop, the man you cannot stop."
#Listening to Primus play Tommy the Cat live, from the Rhinoplasty EP.
It never ceases to amaze me how Les Claypool plays that unbelievably fast and furious baseline, while at the same time spitting off spoken word whimsy a mile-a-minute. He must have such a focus on the present moment that it would make the Buddha himself look sloppy and easily distracted by comparison!