I know, I know, beloved In-Disciples (Copyright AngelBack). A 16 years old brat's sexual inadequacies are the epitome of funny. Of course, subsequent girlfriends, occasional lust recipients and wives strongly beg to disagree.
A nice caring soul asks:
It's nice to see how supportive were Drumming Dad and GF#1 in this extremely tense situation... Did she ever return?
Drumming Dad was undoubtedly the evening's MVParent. He even bothered to give me The Talk, which we can roughly articulate through the following points:
A) The career and life I loved died when I had your brother. Control your leaks accordingly.
B) Take a good look to her mother. If the lady's bangable, the daughter has mileage.
C) She wants to snuggle after sex, you haven't finished your focking job.
D) Many years from now a man named Bosk will ban your arse.
Girlfriend#1 quite surprisingly lasted a couple of years, maybe longer if I hadn't left town purchasing my dreams, but she was never the same after that car trip. I'm convinced to this day that Material Mom someway changed the poor girl's brain motherboard. But that's a tale for another recap, now we prepare to look into:
The MirrorThe day after, I'm ready to resume the discovery and eager to listen to an obviously very deep and pivotal tune bearing the main object on the cover as title. I'm expecting a multilayered epic introspective piece, I'm expecting ...
0:00 0:14:
Focking Pantera? Tell me, Moshing Moses, what are you using the mirror for? Checking pimples or snorting blow?
0:14 0:37: One of the heaviest grooves ever heard tied to a haunting ethereal Elfmanish lullaby. Translating, a face and its reflection in strident opposition.
0:37 1:00: There! Alas too late. That Horror B-Movie Pipe Organ should have been Material Mom's Wrestling Entrance Music last night.
1:00 1:22: Hint#2 this song is gonna deal with the subconscious. That's the rule when you go Guitar Wah Lydian on the Low Register, or at least Steve Vai said so.
1:22 1:40: And three hints a proof make. The reflection has its own Lee Marvin voice.
1:40 1:58: Ok, I'm gonna launch a petition to save Big James' throat from this focking travesty. Can you guys please stop driving a Ducati Desmo like a dirt bike?
1:58 2:20: I am more than ready to acknowledge there's something horribly twisted in the way I process music, but as far as I'm concerned this section will always be Tunnel of Love Intro's Dark Twin. There I said it.
2:20 2:59: The level of aggression in this track is almost unbearable. I don't mean heavy musical aggression which I dig when properly executed, I mean sheer aggression to the listener's emotive balance. It's focking unsettling on Roger Waters' singing or Adrian Belew's playing levels.
2:59 3:21: John Lennon could materialise raging self-contempt with his voice, James Hetfield can materialise raging self-hate with his voice. Big James apparently can do both, and he can actually sing too.
3:21 3:44: Musicians capable of such precise oneric visualization just had to call themselves Dream Theater. The keyboards draw frightened footsteps into the mind, the spoken samples paint the crowd of disposable superficial thoughts, the guitar swells play the id's roaring rebellion, the bass depicts a heart hungry for truth, the drums ARE relentless spiritual hands peeling veils from the subconscious. I focking love music when it's focking music.
3:44 4:54: Recapping this beautiful segment would be cheating since my focking Awake cd invariably used to jam on reflections of reality forcing me to fastskip a whole minute forward. It took me twenty years to buy a new copy, mainly because I loved to live the technical interruption as some sort of psychological node embedded in the song.
4:54 5:16: These can't be the same authors who composed track 3. Well, they are, but there must be some sort of conflictual creative tension after two years. If I&W was Lennon/McCartney, Awake seems to be Waters/Gilmour.
5:16 5:39: Erotomania had a beautiful climax section feeling like a spirit taking flight. This beautiful climax section feels like said spirit hitting the ground from 20000 feet.
5:39 6:16: After the crash, we resume the journey at center of a mirror image mind.
6:16 6:30: It seems the id won.
6:30 6:45: And it celebrates with Darrell low pinched harmonics and Cobain violent bends.
To this day, I still don't know whether I like(d) this song. I know it hit(s) me harder than almost anything I ever heard. I seldom listen to it, and only when I want to feel hit.
Coming Next: Lie