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If you put an apostrophe in a plural without a possessive in sight, I will murder you
T was in a ship in low orbit. While maneuvering to land the massive vessel a rocket miss fired and threw off the trajectory, too steep. It was starting to over heat as the air turned to plasma around the ship. Decelerating too rapidly alarms and klaxons screamed out across the ship.
There was not going to be any rescue, The ship might be able to survive, but barely. As many people as could went to escape pods, jettisoning off the ship. T was able to get to a rear engineering control of the ship. Pulling emergency parachutes, ripping the pylons needed for space travel off the ship as it jerked far too hard, the ship began to slow.
It wasn’t enough, the ground kept getting closer and closer much too quickly. On the radar, warnings to slow down. Doors shutting across the ship, cutting people apart in the last moments alive. People only able to communicate through the screams of being ripped out of tears on the outer hull.
Silently crying to herself, alone in the control room. Helpless to do anything. the ship keeps slowing,. Crude, almost medieval retrorockets fire, using what remaining power is in the ship. Power cuts out, emergency lighting comes on. There are no more alarms, only the groans and muted explosive decompression as the ship slowly tears itself apart. The hull collapsing in on itself.
T was able to get into a pressure suit, manually overriding doors, taking what supplies can fit on her back. She escapes the ship, sees pods landing in the distant hills. Passing frozen, bloody corpses of those who weren’t able to make it into a suit in time.
The radiation alarm in her suit screams. In an instant she sees that her body will far apart and die in a few days. Not that it matters. Before she feels anything the blast from the reactor vaporizes her body. Death.
T woke up screaming. I had just gotten out of the hammock a few minutes before, making myself a coffee. Unable to go back to sleep after seeing my own death. I knew It was going to be an early morning. I ask her, “You too?”
Also I’m passively considering learning basic metal/punk-ish singing techniques.
Something that would allow to shout some grind-ey things in a mic once in a while, like “geared for the greed killing" and "civilized nations? a contradictory farce!" and "do we choose the right not to choose not to be fools?" without massacering my voice or sounding like a bad mallpunk guy who complains into a mic.
I also have to do a fair amount of careful explaining to my drummer and my co-guitarist that I’d be really happy to play some respectively Gojira and Lamb of God but politely that holy shit are you fucking crazy
So this morning, I wrote scores for the half-time break of More Than Meets The Eye - Napalm Death, and my drummer got it nailed within 5 minutes, which means that we finally can play pretty much that whole track, right now, except for the sung parts, and the actual song structure, which I dramatically simplified and shortened for the purpose of practicing the changes (which fortunately are pretty simple since grindcore). The real song also implies playing the verse riff seemingly forever; for some reason this one is not hard but really tedious and painful on the left, fretting hand, but nevertheless pretty fun.
Me and the two friends I play music with are big Death metal fans, so obviously we’re all trying to play that, but Death has that slight inconvenience of being really hard to play, so I like to use Grind as a less boring and gorier-sounding type of punk.
Grind gets a bad rep of being the most insane and brutal and extreme kind of music, and it’s true that some acts/albums/tracks are really fucking insane, but grind instrumentals really are about sounding fast and heavy with minimal technique; Grind aims for Death musical tropes the same way Punk sidestepped its era’s complex, intricate kind of post-Led Zep rock ‘n roll. It’s all about sucking at music but playing fast and heavy anyways.
Death guitarist always palm-mute everything, have serious leads, shred the shit out of their solos, compose intricate transitions and and it’s fun but hard. I’m not a good guitar player, I don’t want to learn to shred or drill proper technique or have to grind ten hours per week, I just want to make noise and headbang and feel awesome and find cool tracks to play, tab them up (simplifying everything in the process), and get that shit nailed within two jams.
One could say that More Than Meets The Eye (and the album around it) is what got me to first tolerate (Death)Grind, then bootstrapped me into being a reasonable fan of the genre, and I wanted to play that tracks since that moment. It’s really awesome that I coaxed my friends into being able to play at least a reasonable edulcoration of it. I had to remove a lot of fucking double pedalling, and I still fail to play one absolutely devilish 16-note tremolo run before a huge string jump; I just approximate it with downpicked 8ths, and it sounds great, but…
My instinct is telling me that Mitch Harris doesn’t even care. About anything. As a good Death metal scholar I tend to palm mute that riff, and yeah, string-jumping makes palm mute a strict obligation from a Death point of view, but I think that Harris just strums all of the fucking strings with a graceful kind of wrist swing and uses his left to choke the strings he doesn’t want to sound at any particular moment of the riff. I never saw any decent live footage of that particular track played live (the only recorded instances of this track played live that I am aware of are on Bootlegged in Japan and in a shitty YT video that seems to have been shot around that era) and in general Mitch’s technique baffles me; he seems to keep his wrist extremely stiff, alternate-picking power chords and never ever palm-muting except when he positively has has to play the same note more than two times in a row and need them not to ring out, which is kinda rare considering ND’s peculiar kind of riffing.
Even Embury’s bass is puzzling me; he also just looks like he just strums everything at random, just swinging his pick hand somewhere around the base of the neck, his hand traveling almost parallel with the strings. I just can’t even, but at the same time metal bass players are mysterious animals for me in general. I get my best bass tones by palm muting, but I’ve never see anyone else palm mute a bass. So far my experimentation with bass picking indicates that I can get a decent punk-ish sound by keeping the pick really close to the strings by making small hand swings; I get more “attack” pick noises and choke excessive ringing by just starting to pick the next note a tad early.
Metal bass really is a weird thing. Since the guitar(s) already hog all of the audible mid-bass frequencies, the only thing left to be heard of a metal bassist is the subsonic rumble and… String noises. It’s really commonplace to overplay the bass to get lots of string-to-fretboard rattle. It just sounds good. Pick an old Cannibal Corpse record, and the first thing you notice from Webster is a bunch of creepy-sounding metallic gurgles. There really is nothing else to do to get heard on the record, but…
Seeing Origin live made me realize that the bass rumble is crucial to the real metal gig experience. As everybody in the band, Flores is a god damn super hero, and he really likes to show it, which is pretty nice and dandy, and also means that he spends a lot of time riffing way high up the neck and very fast, making him him a very poor source of the metal bass rumble, and frankly, that makes Origin kind of hard to follow and tech-wanky in live. Funnily enough, I really was thinking wow, those guys could use a bassist, but no, having two bass players would just be bizarre. My weird, probably bad idea about that is that they could hire a dude with a seven-string or a baritone guitar toned ridiculously low, playing through a really gory kind of Mesa amp or even a bass amp and a fuzz, chugging low power-chords around whatever is the lowest octave of what the other guitarist doing at that moment (probably doing a dueling harmonized fucking sweep-pick run with the bassman, fucking tech-deathers…)
I always thought that bassists were kind of superfluous, but that gig made me realize that they are essential because they really are the only musicians that can shake up a place this hard.
In the meantime, I just learned to play bass with a boss OD-1 through a really old but pretty damn powerful Traynor bass amp with one colossal 15” cone… and to love the bass.
Our setup currently is pretty weird. Me and my friend share that bass and my guitar, which I run through my Metal Muff then into my Blackheart Little Giant, a 5-watter that produces an unexpected amount of noise because I hook it up to an open-back cab with one Celestion 12”. For some reason that amp has a ton of high-mids, and that speaker shines with high-end, so amazingly I hear everything I do on the guitar against a drummer and a bassist… Through one single EL84 tube that’s not supposed to give more than a clean 5 watts. Once I have cash, I could even buy another one like that for 50 bucks on eBay and have an even killerest tone without having to shell out for a new head.
I also set something with a friend so she’l lend me that one shitty bass of hers that just happens to have a super short scale and soft strings and just is a total pleasure to play.
My friday afternoons are awesome
@skiddylog: my xmonad.hs basically changes the mod key, and I have installed dmenu.
I have a few posts about my setup somewhere, gonna try to find that.
Wait does this post fail to include a reference to this hilarious, outdated, sometimes incorrect and technologically shitty yet fun and informative thing that is Ishkur’s?
lmao those european porn dudes that talk incomprehensible shit like “mm bby i’m gon to fuck badabep baby beby pud my dick in de pampers”
I know a friend who was flabbergasted at quite a young age by a character from a 70’s porno who said “Je parie que tu t’imagine déja sucer ma bite au rhytme de mes couilles qui te ballotent dans la gueuele” and I think is beautiful.
The translation from slang French will weaken the eternal beauty of this utterance, but “I bet you’re already picturing yourself sucking my cock to the beat of my balls smacking against your face”