Sunday, December 30, 2007

Denial Fiend = Best New Band

Denial Fiend are a new band featuring Kam Lee (Massacre, ex-Death, Shadows with Knives), Curtis Beeson (Nasty Savage, ex-Lowbrow, ex-Fester), Terry Butler (Massacre, ex-Death, Six Feet Under, Shadows with Knives), and Sam Williams (Shadows with Knives, Down by Law, Pseudo Heroes). The music on their debut "They Rise" can be described as "Horror Metal." The music is heavily influenced by death metal, thrash, and horror punk. Lyrically influenced by old school horror films. Not the shitty Nu-horror kiddie films. "They Rise" has a very original sound. A breath of fresh air from all the trendy -core bands. Even though Denial Fiend's influences consists of mainly old school metal and horror punk bands, they are NOT a fucking retro-metal band who tries to sound like they came out in 1985. No modern trends here!

"They Rise" features some of Kam's best vocal performances to date. He sounds evil as fuck and can sound very demonic at times. After a huge absence from the metal scene, he proves that he still has it. Kam is hands down the greatest death metal vocalist alive. Lots of great riffs can be found here. Sam Williams is a riff master and his solos are fucking great. This album is just perfect. Not a single weak song can be found on it. Interesting fact is the track entitled "L.O.D." is a re-worked version of "Legions of Doom" from Death's 1983 "Death By Metal" demo back when they went by the name of Mantas. The very first death metal recording. "They Rise" is the album of 2007 as far as I'm concerned. It wouldn't be a stretch to say that "They Rise" is one of the greatest metal albums of all time.


Saturday, December 29, 2007

I resign from Legions of the Abyss

I feel it's now time to step down from Legions of the Abyss. It's been fun but now it just feels too much like work. I have no bad blood with the other admins. It's just time to move on.

Monday, December 24, 2007

T'was The Night Before Impeachment

T'was 2007 and all through the year
Not a creature was buying this climate of fear
The stockings were hung in a foreclosure scare
In hopes that the Banks would forget we were there!
The soldiers were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of extended tours messed with their heads
And Dick and Lynn Cheney with shotguns in lap
Had just pardoned Scooter for shutting his yap
When down at the White House there arose such a clatter
I sprang out the door to see what was the matter!
Away to the protest I flew like a flash
I marched for a while and got tazed in the clash
Then soon I was arrested – for what I don't know
But the ACLU said that “This just won't go!”
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a miniature Cheney and eight dead reindeer
With his pacemaker pumping, so lively and quick
I knew in a moment it must be St. Dick!
Faster than subpoenas, his minions they came
He waterboarded and tortured and called them by name:
“Now Halliburton! Now Exxon! Now Conoco! Now Shell!
On Blackwater! On Bechtel! – Let's all go to Hell!”
To the top of the West Wing, to the top of The Wall
"Now stash away! Stash away! Stash way All!"
As voters are wondering why their vote doesn't fly
Here comes Karl Rove and he'll tell you why
So up to the White House the CEOs flew
With a sleighful of cash and Dick Cheney too!
And then, in a twinkling I heard on the roof
Was the hemming and hawing of the ultimate Goof (heh heh heh heh)
I raised just one finger and jumped all around
Coz there on the roof Ol "Dubya" came round
He was dressed all in fur that Cheney had killed
He looked rather dapper on the taxpayers' bill
A bundle of cash he had flung on his back
Looked happy as Cheney right before an attack
His eyes — how they twinkled, but his manners were weary
Coz Alberto Gonzales has so much to bury!
His droll little mouth was drawn up in a sneer
Like all of those press conferences he holds so dear
The stump of a crack pipe he held in his teeth
He said: "Laura, I'm sorry! I've relapsed — I'm weak!"
And his friend had a Wide Stance and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed in a toilet so smelly
Dim-witted and dumb a right jolly old elf
And I laughed when I saw him, giving way my own stealth
A wink of his eye and a snap of his finger
Soon gave me to know I shouldn't loiter or linger
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
Put the cash in his stockings, then turned with a jerk
And laying his finger aside of his nose
Thumbs up! And a nod for the coke that he chose
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle
"And away to Iran like a nuclear missile!'
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight:
"Happy Christmas to no one — Impeachment's not right!"

Poem by Al Jourgensen