Showing posts with label genius. Show all posts
Showing posts with label genius. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Type O Negative - Bloody Kisses

Women get horny for Jesus. foreign people want to annihilate the Aryan race, goth girls won't leave their houses without dying their hair black, and type o negative hates everyone. the songs are ruthelessly catchy, adorned with mind blowing sections that will no doubt transmute you into a more intelligent cynical goth metal addict, seething with dry humor.
this is why so many bands suck. they have to live up to stuff like this. if you look at gay ass wuss bands like therion or dream theater, and then you look at type - o - negative, it's pretty clear who is a vagina and who fucks one. by the time peter steele starts singing "jesus christ looks like me" the barb is in. when you hear no more nights of blood and fire, you've been pulled onto the boat and are currently sufficating on the rotting wood amoung heaps of used fishing line. pop musicians dream of writing hooks like what apears on "bloody kisses." thrashmetal bands would kill to have their image, and hugh hefner would eat his smoking jacket if he had a following of hot goth girls the magnitude of those that follow type-o. this is some wicked shit. fucking classic.
http://www.mediafire.com/file/mynowmz0ym5/Type O Negative - Bloody Kisses part 1.rar
http://www.mediafire.com/file/dmnhlyjnyou/Type O Negative - Bloody Kisses part 2.rar

Sunday, February 1, 2009

BURZUM - hvis lyset tar oss

translation:
What Once Was
Between the bushes we stared
At those who reminded us of another age
And told that hope was away
Forever...
We heard elvensong and
Water that trickled
What once was is now
Away
All the blood...
All the longing and pain that
Ruled Are away...
Forever...
We are not dead...
We have never lived
If The Light Takes Us
A glade in the wood
Where the sun shines
Between the trees we are imprisoned
In this God's glade
It burns it scorches
When the light licks our flesh Goes toward the sky a smoke
A cloud of our form Prisoners of the burials
Tormented by God's goodness
No flame no hate
They were right we have come to Hell
In The Castle Of The Dream
Between misty vales
Between gloomy mountains
Under gray clouds
In the black night
On a proud horse
In black clothes
Strong weapons at hand
The infinity with dead trees
An eternity of cold
Over stone and wood
In the shadows...
Out from the mist
Out from darkness
Out from the big shadows of the mountain
The castle of the dream...
So ends the ride
That lasted a lifetime
For the master goes (in the castle of the dream)
Emptiness Instrumental
If you get it, you get it. and it doesn't get any more "it" than this. Inn I Slottet Fra Droemmen alone is worth the price if you want to pick up a hard copy. i couldn't begin to review this. suffice it to say it's the polar opposite of dream theater and they should choke to death on it. black metal owes it all to this. I'm not going to burn a church and kill off my rivals, but i just might buy it on vinyl if i see it for sale. i diddn't realize what this was at first, i just sort of glazed over it. but eventually i read the lyrics, and caught some nuances in the songs, and really listened to the killer groove in Inn I Slottet Fra Droemmen, and slowely i gained more and more appreciation for this. now it's at the pinnicle of my black metal collection. well worth a dl if you don't already have it, or dispise varg vickerness or "classic" black metal for some reason.