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If there's one thing that sticks to the walls of your stomach and just won't go down, it's the effort to always say intelligent things. You know, the more you try, the harder it gets, and an unfortunate slip might occur. Better to pause for a moment and act like animals. If only Sartre had understood this (the definite article is not accidental), thank goodness for people like Henry Rollins.
So, if a band decides to call itself Hell Demonio and titles their first album "Greatest Hits" and the second "Discography", they already know which side of the stomach to target... and they do so seriously, not half-heartedly. And how does it end? It ends with a reconciliation with oneself. Ah, now I really feel good!
"Discography", piece number 100 in the Wallace catalog, number 7 in the RobotRadio catalog, has given meaning to this somewhat distracted 2008. Hardcore (Post-Hardcore for the more refined) that is current, beautiful, and alive, energetic, which gives a sloppy and vulgar French kiss to the most raucous Hardrock. Mastered by Bob Weston (not the village idiot!) at CMS in Chicago. Ten songs for 27 minutes... note: the numbers are in their favor.
Almost as if Fugazi started covering AC/DC, and if we count the song titles ("Message In A Butthole"; "Mister Jesus, You Are Such A Wonderful Dancer"; "How To Enter A Church Within A Transparent Sphere")... well, if we also count the song titles, to hell with the Sartres of all time.
Ah, now I really feel good!
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