This isn’t a full-blown blog post or anything, so don’t start expecting much out of this.
Man, frustrating weekend, huh? Right?
Just me, then? Okay.
I don’t know if it’s post-Halloween depression, the change in seasons or just the time change throwing my whole internal rhythm off, but this has been a real chunk-blower of a weekend.
So I’ve been listening to Morbid Angel. As you do.
And you know something? Here’s a little revelation that I’m actually ashamed to admit. I’m not one for guilty pleasures, really — I figure that if you like something, why feel guilty about it? Just like it, ferchrissakes. But to everything, there are exceptions, and this is mine, filed under the “Morbid Angel” column. (And no, it’s not that I like Abominations of Desolation. I have NO GUILT about loving that album. I think it’s totally unappreciated.)
I actually kinda like Illud Divinum Insanus. Sure, like any right-thinking human, when I listened to it upon release, my gut reaction was “what the unholy hell is this????” And I hadn’t gone back to it since. But just a while ago, “Too Extreme!” (and, yeah, I’ll ask: seriously, what’s with that title?) popped up on random on my iPod, and it suddenly struck me: if this had been recorded by Devin Townsend, every metal fan on the planet would have to change their pants from the excitement. Keeping the exclamation point in the title and all. Seriously. “It’s the heaviest thing Devy’s done since SYL!” I can hear ’em crying right now.
It’s not that it’s my favorite Morbid Angel album or anything. It’s not even that it’s something that I’d probably choose to listen to 9 times out of 10. But it’s really not all that bad. And yeah, saying that makes me feel a little…dirty. A little…ill. But like the man says, Blessed Are the Sick. So there you are. Guilty pleasure? I guess I have one. Illud Divinum Insanus.
But since I don’t want to subject you to that (I’m not that into torture), and since it was what I was listening to right before I sat down to write this, and since it’s become something of a tradition over the past month, here’s a little something for you inspired by Milton’s Paradise Lost. A little something titled…”Fall From Grace.”
(Huh. I guess it turned into a full-blown blog post after all. Funny thing, life.)
Happy Sunday, kids. Here’s Satan: