She looks upset. The last thing you want to see on the face of the dying is "why?" So much better to not see it coming, yes? The flying blades turn you into human chum—steak, chops, loin—all those great words we use when we do it to animals—but at least it's overoverover.
(When I can get away from setting text in "pussy pink," I'll let you know; just not yet...HONESTLY MAYBE NOT EVER. IT'S JUST SUCH A GREAT COLOR!)
Personable young men, these OPPONENTS, and serious about their craft. ANALOG, bebe, right in your face with no dressing. Like Conrad Schnitzler in a streetfight. Not at all through-composed, but it sure sounds like it is; this is music that needs to be(e), and seems to be just using these two guys to get there. My impression: very organized, in a "schizophrenic order." Chaotic alignment. I could go on, and I will, next week, when OPPONENTS' two sets from tonight's horrorcast™ post to WFMU's Beware of The Blog and Free Music Archive.
She looked upset on the playlist page earlier tonight. She was lookin' up at that title, "The Celebrant Shall Not Be Damned," and that word, OPPONENTS. I just felt so responsible for her in so many ways, even though I was not her killer. We're all in for something, and sometimes that something hurts. I wanted to take her hand, and guide her to a better Castle, the castle in the clouds where this wouldn't be happening. IS SHE, IN FACT, ME?
NOTED ON THE PLAYLIST --- GOBLIN; TINSEL TEETH (album of the year?); SCRATCH ACID; EYEHATEGOD; DØDHEIMSGARD and SHATTERED HYMEN.
See you next week, in the Thursday mitternacht. Thanks to SiHV and Neil for this week's "combined" archive-post header ... and to everyone—Glenn, Jason, Irene and Trent for engineering great sessions, all the amazing artists and all you devoted Castleheads, for a great year of live performances, psychedelic horror, dayglo hatred, transcendent anger, enveloping sadness, occasional frustration, good and bad vibes, metal, carb-on-carb pizza, conjurations, chimebags and mind-melting noise. More to come.