A long time ago John dumped a bunch of his id into book format, and brought us Mike Harmon, the Paladin of Shadows, and origin of the “Oh John Ringo, No [http://hradzka.livejournal.com/199220.html]” meme (an absolutely hysterical read, btw). One of the things prominent even in the earliest publicly available snippets were references to a song by the Crüxshadows, a darkwave/goth band, called “Winterborn”. So I checked it out. Heavy on opening synths. A danceable beat. Meh voice. Absolutely drive…
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If you’re tired of your mundane existence of forlornly sitting on your couch snorting a bowl of cheetos and want to get at least some glimmer of what epic is like the shadow of reality on the wall of Plato’s cave, check out the latest addition to my blog list – Razorfist’s YouTube channel [https://www.youtube.com/user/xRazorFistx]. I can but try, and fail, but to emulate his style, and bask in the glory that is his turn of phrase, profane and hysterical. Cursing to turn a church lady an imposs…
Here you go: I can’t find the interview right now, but I recall there being one where the lead singer of Five Finger Death Punch was asked why they titled their album War is the Answer. The reply boiled down to: because it is. Because everything was a struggle. I first came across this song used to backend a USMC birthday video put together by some troops. I’m torn on covers. Some, if anything are better. As much as I like the original Tears for Fears *Mad World, *it is a shadow of even the ve…
Aside from the Ringo book I mentioned earlier – and that the Didact took John to task about the lack of sequels [https://thelastredoubt.com/2016/09/eye-of-stor.html] – I wanted to delve deeper into the Cruxshadows song “Eye of the Storm.” Actually, I’ll be going through a lot of their songs that I enjoy, and while the order will generally be somewhat chronological, in the order I ran into them more or less, this will be an exception. On the Goth spectrum they’re more dance, less whiney, “Darkwav…
When I was growing up, listening to reel-to-reel recordings of the many albums my parents had accumulated, one of my favorites was Fiddler on the Roof. It was catchy, etc. It wasn’t until many, many years later, seeing the movie version, that I came to appreciate exactly what a poisonous and subversive work it was, cloaked in a pleasant and even “happy – ending” coating. If for some reason you haven’t seen it, and care, there are spoilers coming. The story opens with a paean to tradition, and…