Treading The Missed Mondays: You Know Nothing About Feck-All

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WORDLESS HEAVY-BREATHING OVER THE PHONE, FUTURE GRAVES!
How are you sweet alabaster apes on this lovely day of Mon?
Will today be another day of following the day in/day out routine you have built for yourself to maintain stability, or will you take the time to actually take in everything that is going on around you? I find that when I’m prowling the streets during the day that I hear some of the craziest nonsense come out of people’s mouths. Here are three actual sentences that I have heard in just the moment’s passing:
“-to be the only one in the house, I might piss in her room.”
 
“Bat are like cats with wings.”
 
“I lost one of my kids in Walmart the other day. I was in the make-up aisle and I-“
Incredible. Unlike lions, we have evolved to a species that can misplace their young and no one else will eat them. That’s pretty cute.
What I wanna talk about today is how absolutely nobody knows everything, and even being hyper knowledgeable about an area does not mean you don’t have something to learn. For example, my new coworker has provided me over the past few weeks with three bands I had never heard.
(I know, right?)
SHE PAST AWAY – KATARSIS

The Duck put this on and all I could think to myself was, “WHOA! Unreleased The Cure material?”, but lo and behold it was just my simple mindedness allowing me believe that this band that sounds EXACTLY like them wasn’t just “them”. The way Gruesome is to Death (Leprosy Era), or Tyran Pace is to Judas Priest, sometimes emulation carries beyond familiarity to being a nearly exact match. Akin to the way we search for partners, trying to find those little edges in us all that fit together. You may not even know that what you are looking at might be even better for you than what you already have, but that kind of comes down to that “grass is always greener” spat, which is remarkably petty. Appreciate the minimalist dark-wave post-punk that this is without saying it “sounds just like” or “is just more”.

 

WICKED LADY – RUN THE NIGHT

Once again, the Duck giveth. Planting this should’da been Kill Bill track in our earmitts. Formed in 1968 with a break-up here and there, most any success seen by the band was due to a following of bottle-downing, drug-rippin’ bikers who prolifically supported the band!

THE COOLEST.

Re-releases of “The Axeman Cometh” and “Psychotic Overkill” bolstered the band, as if re-mortaring a brick that was shaking around in the wall of rock and roll. All the essence of the early years of Rock’s formation is present in the song structure, the monstrously recognizable riffs, screeeeeaming solo, and most of all (in my opinion) a frontman who just sings like he sings, unpressured, uncomplicated, but powerful.

 

A BUNCHA MUSIC ELITE – WE’RE STARS

So, I actually found this one, but my coworker remembers seeing it the very first airing! This, may very well be, THE BEST SONG EVER. “What could possibly necessitate that, Bear?”. Uhhh, well let’s see: Ronnie James FUCKING DIO, Geoff Tate, Vince Neil, Kevin DuBrow, Eric Bloom, Dave Meniketti, Don Dokken, Yngwie Malmsteen, Paul Shortino, Blackie Lawless, The NUGE, and like everyone in JUDAS PRIEST.

THAT.

THAT NECESSI-GEOFF TATE’S IT, BRUH.

Give that song a studio apartment in your brain for a couples minutes and you’ll see what I mean.

HAVE A GOOD WEAK, DREGS.

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