On Homophobia

Homophobia baffles me. I understand the cause behind racism and sexism, even ageism, as those tend to have measurable social connotations. While they're still destructive, dehumanizing and morally abhorrent, I understand where they come from. It makes sense that they exist.

But homophobia confounds me. I couldn't give any less of a shit about what my neighbors do in their bedroom. I can't be bothered to care. If somebody likes things in their ass, or prefers the company of girls over boys, or vice versa, it means absolutely nothing to me.

I think homophobia can be countered with a simple question. Now, whether or not the bigoted prick you're talking to actually thinks about the question or answers with a cogent reply is another story entirely. Simply ask them: Why do you give a shit? Why does it matter to you?

Why the fuck do you care? It's not your asshole that is being dilated. It's someone elses. It's not your vagina that's getting another vagina mushed against it, it's someone elses.

Gay people aren't trying to take away straight sex, or ban straight marriages. They just want to have gay sex, go on gay dates and get gay married. Once they can do that without being beaten to death by a Jesus-slave-turbotard, they can finally drop the 'gay' prefix and just call it sex, dating and marriage.

Mind your own fucking business.

W.

Anaal Nathrakh - Passion

Anaal Nathrakh’s ‘Passion’ sounds like the final evolutionary step of heavy metal music. It combines unspeakably extreme, wall-of-sound mixing, absurdly fast and intricate drums, searing riffs with the most violent vocals imaginable. Frequently, the shrieking departs from the standard death-metal howls and enters a dark new territory of disturbingly convincing pained-yelps, and hoarse, tearful cries. AN has long been one of the honored and reviled chaplains of extreme metal, and with this release, they have offered up the audio equivalent to a mass-extinction event. It’s the noise of pigs being slaughtered, the treads of tanks shredding through bones and flesh. If music is ever going to be fully weaponized, these British bastards are at the top of the list.

On OWS and the Notion of Change

Reading more politics has done two things recently; deconverted me from being an Obama supporter and introduced me to a profound feeling that we are just moments away from a cataclysmic event regarding these protests. An event that would irrevocably elevate the protests from being a sisyphean struggle for representation to something just beneath a civil uprising. This would involve actual military police, instead of the regular militarized police that we have seen already. This would mean lethal force and dead protesters and further authorized savagery.

The few good cops have cried out for representation as they are grouped with the barbarians who routinely beat and kill innocent citizens, (I am referring to the blase reaction when drug raids result in dead children, pets, parents, homeowners, because the enforcement invaded the wrong home) but ignoring the evils of another as just as evil as comitting the act. The veil of silence and above-the-law thinking has turned our public servants into a singularly base and exceprionally depraved organism, heeding only the will of their prepurchased oligarchical chieftains.

Recently, officers forcibly open the mouths of protestors and pumped their lungs with pepper spray. Victims of this bizarre cruelty were seen vomiting blood for 45 minutes. Im on a tablet so i will revisit this post later with a link to the story if so desired.

Pepper spray when used for its intended purpose, can successfully dissipate angry mobs. Spraying it on peaceful protestors is not only illegal but immoral and unethical, but using a crowd dispersant to bring about such a gut wrenching pain is almost surreal.

But what will it actually take? How many more veterans will have their skulls cracked open, their guts ruptured, their lives endangered? How deeply do the commonfolk need to be fucked by big business before they realize that both republicans and democrats are almost universally bought and paid for by the highest paid one percent?

And will this ever happen? Will this protest fizzle and vanish like so many others? My inexperienced 20 year old mind wants to believe that my generation will witness the revolution, but i am sure countless others before me have had similar desires.

Will OWS bring about any actual change?

The Red Sound

Hello there.

First off, I haven't forgotten about this site. I'm still very interested in writing reviews, but my attention has been elsewhere recently. I'm working on a new story, and most of my focus has been on that. Additionally, I've been looking for a job, I got a job, and now I'm about to start said job, so things are all a little hectic.

I'll be back with new reviews soon, but for now, I'm going to write on the story.

Thanks for your attention!

Winslow

Devin Townsend - Deconstruction

Sometimes I listen to a new release and feel like I could fit the entire album in a shot glass. Some bands like to think that they’ve got a unique sound, so they pigeonhole themselves with their style and refuse to change it, lest they be seen as betraying their image. Devin Townsend doesn’t do this. Devin Townsend is on a mission: he has to make everything he records huge—not state-fair-pumpkin huge, circus-freak huge. Landkreuzer P-1500 Monster huge. He mixes his music so that every instrument is playing at one hundred percent power nearly the entire time, while including moments of serenity and softness to tease the listener into turning up the volume, only to be blasted away by the unfathomably low, hydrogen-bomb power chords. This process produces a record that sounds like Devin bought a retired missile silo, filled it with VX gas, set an orchestra on fire and gave his band a Chinook of black tar heroin, and told them to not stop playing until everyone in the orchestra died. ‘Deconstruction’ isn’t just the best death metal album I’ve heard all year; it’s one of the best metal albums I’ve heard in my life.

But what makes it worth your time?

Another Huge Announcement

I was a frantic Obama supporter from 2008-2010, and as his polls show; he hasn’t delivered as we hoped he would. I don’t think he’s evil, a Muslim, a terrorist, or a new Hitler, and I’m certainly not in with the crowd that believes he is a socialist, communist, Marxist, or what-have-you. That’s non-sense. He’s a democrat, through and through. That comes with all the strengths and faults that democrats have. They’re generally good thinkers, they put people before businesses and they care about human rights, the constitution and preservation of the environment. This ability to think before making obscene gestures or rash decisions comes at the risk of being a spineless, pacifistic weakling. Obama has been molded to fit the corporate willpower. When he ran, I felt that, concerning removing the corporate influence from Washington politics, ‘if he can’t do it, no one can.’ And now that he has proven that he can’t, I realize that I was right. No one can. 

Reggie Watts

Reggie Watts: Why Shit So Crazy?

The line between madness and genius is a thin one, and only a few artists can walk it without their work becoming too convoluted to enjoy. That being said, Reggie Watts doesn’t just walk this line, he waltzes it. In his hour long special ‘Why Shit So Crazy?’, Watts, without any explanation or introduction to his style of humor, dissects both modern comedy and music with an analytical scalpel. Watts examines the most tired pop music clichés and uses them as a kind of lyrical white-noise. We’ve heard these lines so many times that, while Watts is sometimes incomprehensible, the cliché phrases are always easily understood, as they are exactly what we expect to hear.  He improvises with off-the-cuff, apropos-of-nothing storytelling, nonsensical songs and a kind of scat singing that is made up of disconnected fragments of jazz/soul/funk melodies, bizarre advice, and more random stories, all glued together with a spackle of rambling, meaningless noises. Listening to him sing over his live-recorded, looped beatboxing is akin to searching the airwaves for a clear radio signal, only to pass over multiple different stations and receive a garbled mix of static and snippets of programming. His comedy is almost subliminally entertaining; sometimes, you won’t even know why you’re laughing. Quite a few times, without ever telling a joke, Reggie Watts had me laughing hysterically.