The plot sucks, but the killings are gorgeous.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
2/11/11
There's something about the guilty.....the thing you know is too average to want, not special enough, not indie enough, but still....soo.....damn....perfect.
Enter Marianas Trench. Can't really describe it other than insanely listen-able. And to listen, is to enter an honest and driven-tempo world, with harmonies to hell and back, and tambourines in the chorus just like my lil heart likes it.
Sure, it's cheesy, and a lot of their fans might love Selena Gomez, but I freakin' love 'em. Since Januaryish they've been in my rotation, and I like some songs a LOT more than others, but those songs are pretty awesome.
The album itself is very theme-y, and group-vocal oriented in a Queen or Beach Boys kind of way.
In criticism land, the vocals do get on my nerves sometimes and are too all over the place for me to feel really respectful of -- even versatility needs boundaries, I think, for greatness to really show - but some tunes are so damn succinct I can't help but love them.
I'm under the gun, you're like the only one.
I just can't decide what I'm running from.
This isn't what I wanted, but
I can't keep my filthy fucking mouth shut.
It's not enough, it's never enough.
And I wish I could breathe without getting it stuck
Can't focus it, but I try it
over and over again.
Did you say "please just follow me?"
I thought you wanted me.
Cause I want you all to myself.
I can try to suck it up,
I just can't suck it up.
Make me feel like someone else
~All to Myself
Marianas Trench, Masterpiece Theater
Enter Marianas Trench. Can't really describe it other than insanely listen-able. And to listen, is to enter an honest and driven-tempo world, with harmonies to hell and back, and tambourines in the chorus just like my lil heart likes it.
Sure, it's cheesy, and a lot of their fans might love Selena Gomez, but I freakin' love 'em. Since Januaryish they've been in my rotation, and I like some songs a LOT more than others, but those songs are pretty awesome.
The album itself is very theme-y, and group-vocal oriented in a Queen or Beach Boys kind of way.
In criticism land, the vocals do get on my nerves sometimes and are too all over the place for me to feel really respectful of -- even versatility needs boundaries, I think, for greatness to really show - but some tunes are so damn succinct I can't help but love them.
I'm under the gun, you're like the only one.
I just can't decide what I'm running from.
This isn't what I wanted, but
I can't keep my filthy fucking mouth shut.
It's not enough, it's never enough.
And I wish I could breathe without getting it stuck
Can't focus it, but I try it
over and over again.
Did you say "please just follow me?"
I thought you wanted me.
Cause I want you all to myself.
I can try to suck it up,
I just can't suck it up.
Make me feel like someone else
~All to Myself
Marianas Trench, Masterpiece Theater
Sunday, February 6, 2011
2/6/11
Bad Books continues to be amazing, and so does EP Part III.
"Crooked days come bundled up in bunches
They break your brain like a branch
And push you out here asking after for something
you should know I don’t have
If I had it you wouldn’t have to ask
If I had it you wouldn’t have to ask
Later on when you bargain with your mirror
and you ask is it really that bad
If it wasn’t you wouldn’t have to ask
If it wasn’t you wouldn’t have to ask
How could you know if you didn’t?
What’s left to say when your tongue’s turned to ash?
Well I tell you you’re finally forgiven
So you wouldn’t have to ask
Shoot what’s left, slip inside your sinner smile
Another man in a mask
If you faced it you wouldn’t need a mask
If you meant it you wouldn’t need a mask
If I could fix you you wouldn’t have to ask
If I could help you you wouldn’t have to ask"
-You Wouldn't Have to Ask
Bad Books,Bad Books
"Crooked days come bundled up in bunches
They break your brain like a branch
And push you out here asking after for something
you should know I don’t have
If I had it you wouldn’t have to ask
If I had it you wouldn’t have to ask
Later on when you bargain with your mirror
and you ask is it really that bad
If it wasn’t you wouldn’t have to ask
If it wasn’t you wouldn’t have to ask
How could you know if you didn’t?
What’s left to say when your tongue’s turned to ash?
Well I tell you you’re finally forgiven
So you wouldn’t have to ask
Shoot what’s left, slip inside your sinner smile
Another man in a mask
If you faced it you wouldn’t need a mask
If you meant it you wouldn’t need a mask
If I could fix you you wouldn’t have to ask
If I could help you you wouldn’t have to ask"
-You Wouldn't Have to Ask
Bad Books,Bad Books
Friday, February 4, 2011
2/4/11
I sang "A Long December" by Counting Crows at open mic tonight (last night? I'm awake, so it's still tonight to me). It felt pretty great, and my friends liked it. I sat on a stool and shook my feet the whole time, and only messed up a little.
Might try some Brand New next week. We'll see.
Might try some Brand New next week. We'll see.
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