what are you listening to THIS VERY SECOND?

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Birds outside my house - cars driving by - the whisper and gurgle of the dehumidifier in the basement.

Miss you.

NICE!

Celtic Frost have killer guitar tone.

Emo when done right absolutely delivers on that promise of being emotionally compelling.

Sounds like Sabbath meets Judas Priest. ^

Definitely some of that. Lots of Discharge, Venom and Motorhead thrown in too.



And Venom were basically like a punk band who wanted to play like Judas Priest and Sabbath.



This was recorded by the same people who formed Celtic Frost, but a year before Celtic Frost was formed. To my ears it sounds like Venom with Discharge's bupbup-bubabup double time punk drum beat instead of Venom's slower rock drum beat. Tom Warrior's already got his guitar sound figured out too.

Seldom have I ever questioned the end
Still I grow frost when I'm reminded
Euphemisms on a loop interchange
Which hands get to turn the final page?
In whose throat belongs the swan song
Crisis, warming, denial, change?
State TV helps the public explain
Broadcast beamed into the dry terrain
Images of drenched survival
Without hope but soaked with pain
Consequences of reality felt
All conditions of humanity built on the bridges
Tent villages waiting for the state to help
Glass barely bends before it cracks
Embedded down into our path
Paved in the crimson of our tracks
Without the chance of turning back
If the clock strikes midnight then
What becomes of our demonstrations?
To which fate have these gatherings fell?
Which halls echo all the chants we yelled
Into faces on the coins we tossed into the wishing well?
Drinking water on which we subsist
Mixing into rivers that did not exist yesterday
When all the warning signs were there but sorely missed
What's it worth?
All the money we made is
Floating idly in a newborn lake
Far above financial centres
Cities sink like market rates
Glass barely bends before it cracks
Embedded down into our path
Paved in the crimson of our tracks
Without the chance of turning back
Before the water gets too high
Add up the bribes you take
And know time can't be bought
By the profits that you make
Before the water gets too high
To float the powers that be
Or is it someone else's job
Until the rich are refugees?