The Dower of Refuse Presents . . .
THE WEEK IN REVIEW
June 18th - 22nd 2012
Riding To & From Work Album of the Week:
Dawnbringer's Into the Lair of the Sun God (2012, Profound Lore)
Rode to this album every day except for Friday when I was too fucked up from Thurs. night. Kept me at a steady drive. Familiar but fresh riffs. Same for the melodies. Made every hill - especially Liberty - seem like an adventure. A mountain I must crest as part of my destiny. Left this comment on some other dude's review of it on Thursday. It's a concept album about a man who journeys to usurp the sun god only to realize that he is the sun god. So it was kinda like listening to an audio book in that way. Which is true of any good heavy metal album. And wouldn't ya know it? That's exactly what this is!
Writing At Work Album of the Week:
Dragged Into Sunlight's Hatred for Mankind
Excerpt from "Blessed Are the Barren" by David Dutch Pearce:
A shrill caw shatters her reverie. She looks out the crossed porthole. The sun obscured by clouds. She sees two crows wheeling over the porch roof. Black and crude as a child’s drawing. A robin is flitting between them. Mickey goes to the window and looks out. The crows have targeted a nest in the far corner in the gutter. Inside are three featherless baby birds. Blind eyes search the darkness for their mother. The crows swoop and dive with innate precision and the robin fails to stave them off. She alights on a telephone wire and gives a low cry of submission. The crows descend upon her screaming children and tear at them with sharp black beaks. Make short work of ripping out the baby birds’ warm innards. Which they fling up in the air and catch in their beaks and gulp down with rote movements of the head. The robin watches and Mickey stays at the window. The crows murder all three babies but feast only on two. Leaving one with a puncture wound through its tiny throat. The larger of the two looks back at Mickey with blank black eyes. Caws and spreads its wings and takes off from the ruined nest. The other follows. Intestines like fine crimson thread hanging from its beak. Left is a mess of pulp and bones and excoriated translucent flesh that spills out over the tiny sticks and twigs that made up the thrush’s home. The robin remains for some time. Staring beyond the horror through the porthole directly into Mickey’s unblinking gaze.
Lifting (On My Break) At the Campus Gym Album of the Week:
(2012, Rockstar Records)
Actually it was the new In Mourning I worked out to on Monday. But I was like: "Nah, too Opeth." Not that there's anything wrong with Opeth. I just needed somethin' a little meaner. Not too much meaner though. Forget about like Dying Fetus and other Slam shit of that ilk. That's a guaranteed way to hurt yourself when you're a skinny guy like myself just looking for some tone and sinews. I need some melody so as to not get too worked up. I wanna push myself. I wanna bare my teeth like that wolf to the left there. I wanna get those last few reps in despite how rubbery and weak my arms feel. But I don't wanna blow my asshole out or anything, ya know? I don't wanna have to go out and buy a whole new wardrobe. This was my first record of Be'lakor's and I definitely "get" the hype now. The opening track "Abeyance" starts out catchy and pummeling and the record hardly lets off from there, save for the occasional dreamy interlude. It's unquestionably melodeath but don't let that turn you off. Arguably Of Breath and Bone is the best melodeath currently out there. Definitely worth your time. Your lats will growl and your loins will have definition like you never knew they could!
Picture me rollin' . . .
She awoke upon a frozen lake. Beneath it: the past.
1,2,3,104,105,100 and 10!
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