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Stumbling Around Aimlessly – Albums You Probably Have Never Heard of but I Think You Should Like Because I’m a Self-Important Arsehole

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Stumbling Around Aimlessly – Albums You Probably Have Never Heard of but I Think You Should Like Because I’m a Self-Important Arsehole

This does pretty much what it says on the tin. Being a complete and utter music tosser and fed up of abhorrent little Canadian wankers who dress in one-strap dungarees and receive medals for what I can only think is for single-handedly making everyone hate The States’ cooler neighbour, I have decided to try and put together a few albums that will restore everyone’s faith in music whilst also melting a few brains and maybe making your ears bleed a bit.

So, let’s do this!

Kyuss – Blues for the Red Sun (1992)

Kyuss’ second studio album was released at a time when consumption of cannabis was rising to levels comparable to questionable meat found in that microwavable meal in your freezer. The Californian pioneers of stoner rock were another child spawned from the fruitful loins of the almighty Black Sabbath.

The album kicks off like an adolescent, rebellious stick of dynamite with ‘Thumb’, a whispering guitar fuse that explodes in no uncertain terms with ‘You don’t seem to understand the deal / I don’t give two shits on how you feel’. Blues for the Red Sun then takes you through more twists and turns than a Tory policy promise, hitting you with stomach-churning death and doom metal blitzes, then drifting into waves of psychedelia.

This, in my opinion, is Kyuss’ greatest piece of work, a contortion of culture evolving and changing, even though it only ever sold around 40,000 copies. It epitomises Kyuss; a middle finger to conformity, a middle finger to everybody, even each other which eventually led to their split 1995, making way for Queens of the Stone Age.

Listen to this if you like: Old school heavy rock and a toke on the giggle bush.

InMe – Overgrown Eden (2002)

In 2002, not only was I a sweaty, soppy pre-teen head-banging and trying to break dance in my front room whilst not smashing any lamps, but also an unknown trio from Essex were about release a debut album so fuckin’ awesome that my family furniture would NEVER be the same again. At a time when British music was creating waves in the music world with Atomic Kitten and Fucking Westlife, InMe ensured that we didn’t have to add early-naughties music to a long list of things what we should apologise for (sorry Iraq, again).

Overgrown Eden beats you, then caresses you. Screams at you, then confides in you. Starting with a smash to the genitalia in ‘Underdose’, thundering and crashing its way through to ‘Her Mask’, a delicate yet brutal five minutes of yearning. The album then winds itself up for a fast tempo, screeching maelstrom of a finish with the brilliant ‘Mosaic’.

Overgrown Eden was so special not only because it made your parents hate God for giving you a sense of hearing, but also because it was their debut studio album. The whole feel of the album, of sorrow and self-loathing is Nirvana-esque and the intense vocals from Dave McPherson rippled through UK metal that are evident in the metalcore scene. It was so exciting waiting for their new releases. Sadly, they turned out to be shit and InMe never really reached that galactic potential that they possessed. But I still fucking love this album.

Listen to this if you like: Nirvana, metalcore, break-dancing badly.

 

Godspeed You! Black Emperor – Allelujah! Don’t Bend! Ascend! (2012)

Allelujah! Don’t Bend! Ascend! is just fucking awesome. I could (and really should) stop there (but the whole self-important arsehole thing, ya know). It dispels all what I know about rebel, protest music. No screams, no preaching, it says all it needs to without saying anything at all. No two minute rages and instant high-tempo crashing through a song, GY!BE are progressive and dynamic.

The album only consists of four songs, two carefully crafted, 20 minute dramas and two hypnotic drones. The first song on the album is ‘Mladic’, influenced by the human rights unsympathiser and all round ultra-prick, Ratko Mladic. It encapsulates the fight, the resistance, the sorrow, even the length of what was a horrific chapter of modern history. You are then met with the shrill, whirring Their Helicopters’ Sing that spins you off into We Drift Like Worried Fire. A tentative, dip-of-the-toe start slowly immerses you into a sea of different instruments and noises. The buzzing static that is Strung Like Lights at Thee Printemps Erable  then tails off into a low ringing, sort of like smashing your head on a low roof.

At a time when most releases are boring, sanitised and involve the intellectual input of that in a Nicholas Cage feature-length,  this ensemble from Montreal wipe their arse with the rule book. They don’t hold back, they describe horror as well as joy, the negative and the positive. If a picture paints a thousand words, then this album screams a million of them.

Listen to this if you like: Just fucking listen please thanks.

Written by TheJukeFox

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  • Sir. Andrew hague

    Proper good read. You should do some more.