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the good dr bindujeet introduced me to a fine metal band recently--more black metal--immortal.
what i like about them is the extent to which they kind of fly at the sun. the recordings i heard were made when they were quite young--they were both obsessed with technqieu/speed, could generate amazing stuff but did not seem to realize how good they were, or thought about it solely in terms of speed, not in terms of the space that opens up on top of speed, the one that moves more slowly, that speed can be seen as a way to get to. so if i understood the story correctly (single malt scotch is all tangled up in what i remember of this) , the players started to damage themselves, then switched instruments, recorded some more stuff, then dissipated.
it is rare to hear a band fly at the sun (hardcore aside, which seems like a carpal tunnel breeding ground)....
it is only something you can do when you are 19 or something, and are not concerned with playing over the long term: you just go as far as fast as you can, dont look, just go.
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
-kamau brathwaite
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