Let's just say there's really no gauging what he's capable of. This morning, for instance, after lacerating my middle finger very badly (not pictured above) while doing stupid dishes, I felt I deserved a reward, even though I didn't actually "do" all the dishes, but still handled getting cut like a big boy, and what's better for a new booboo than a new present? So I went out and bought Dodecahedron's self-titled debut, which came out on Tuesday, the 24th. Called Eide's on Wednesday to see if they had it and was gonna see if Marge could pick it up for me on her way home, but she was already on the bus. So I went down today and picked it up as well as a mint condish used copy of Incantation's Diabolical Conquest. Stoked on the latter.
The former, however, well . . . the former, I'm sad to say, somewhat caused me to impetuously, and quite foolishly blast off on the poor, unassuming RICHARD who reviewed the Dodacahedron album for Lurker's Path, which review, as you might assume, only exacerbated my fixation on mustneedsing to jamz it. Sure, I could streamz it all I wanted on a number of websites, but something about really hyped albums just drive me wild! I go into the same mode I was in when I used to swoon in the middle of the G.I. Joe aisle at Big Wheel such was my "tizzy," or fit, after a toy was withheld from me. Okay, maybe not quite like that. And I only did that once, to be honest. And it was actually over a troll, a Santa Fey Troll, to be more specific, and I was probably cranky because I was hungry, as we always stopped at Arby's after we went shopping and never before, probably because of my mother's bowel movement patterns which I know because 1.) I inherited them, and 2.) she kept a daily log (no puntended) concerning each BM and its various attributes, and also her menstrual cycle, which daily log I would read at length, even at a very young age, as I've always had a proclivity for reading while I BM'd, doing so, I should not fail to mention, in the Forbidden Zone, which is what I used to call my parents' bathroom, where sat a true porcelain throne with an honest-to-God plush, somehow cushion-y seat, like the kind I'm sure one of your relatives had. Something about hyped records, though, I gotta own them. I can't even listen to them before I do. Okay, I streamed "Allfather" on Deciblog or somewhere and didn't pay much attention, but I heard what sounded like some Burnt By The Sun in there. As you may or may not know, BBTS is one of my fav. Bs O.A.T. So, Dodecahedron (who used to go by Order of the Source Below and somehow figured that Dodecahedron was a more "marketable" or "memorable" nom de guerre for this Dutch quintet), became the most recent record I had to hear, had to own, had to talk about with Margaret all the time, and had to read every review of it floating around the vast underground metal internet. (Even Obstkrieg was telling me to buy it; in my dreams, approaching me in a desert at night, heavy brume curling like so many loving ghostcats around our ankles, whispering: "The old sounds are the safe sounds; cut loose your moorings and get hurt by the new noise.") See also: Mitochondrion's Parasignosis, Encoffination's O' Hell, Shine in Thy Whited Sepulchres, Krallice's Diotima. Anticipating an album you KNOW in your freaking HEART will be great and not having heard it yet and going to the record store and buying it and listening to immediately thereafter is a rare pleasure in this day and age, I think we can all agree. So when the drive home lasted only two songs worth, and those two songs were awesome, I couldn't wait to jam the rest. By now, I'll assume you've read my comment on Lurker's Path. You know that I listened to "at least 6 times," which was half-true, by the way, meaning that I'd listened to it about three times, counting the two songs I heard in my car in the way home as one time, heh heh. But what else would you expect from an impetuous fool? Really . . . Remember my review of The Hunter?
Truthfully, this record is a work of art that can only be understood after many listens over the span of several days. It will grab you on the first listen, but it might also disappoint you in the beginning as it did cranky ol' Dutchy. It's got layers, ya know? I think DhOk puts it best when it he speaks of " its shimmering black layers and chest-wracking vitriol." It's not a good thing we can listen to Darkthrone demos without flinching or even noticing how scathing and terrifying of a sound it is to most people. This record only bored me at first because it was, at first, inaccessible to me. It's way too complex to be ingested and immediately appreciated for all it's worth upon merely its introductory listens. But Dodecahedron's self-titled debut is worth your time many times over. Sure it's rooted in a sound already pioneered by Deathspell Omega, but mere clones DSO clones they are not. Besides DSO is so enigmatic they defy any hope some poseur might have of ripping them off. Really, this is kind of a cause célèbre for metalheads in the year of 2012: A record by a new band, containing a relatively new sound that's actually worth buying*.
Eventually, I hope to learn how to write proper album reviews. For now, I'm hungry. But I am awaiting the new Ptahil in the mail. I'll give it another shot with that one.
Question to self from self: Is this hype - possibly - all in your mind?
Answer to self from self: Fuck you!
*Leave a comment if you want me to email you (my own) link for the mp3s to check out.