The Third Circle of Bandcamp: July 2020 Edition

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July was a strange month for music and you are going to feel it in this one boys and girls. I found myself listening to a lot of not-metal in July, and so a good chunk of it has made it into this month’s Third Circle.

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CANTO: Rammstein, Vile Creature, Boris, and More

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This Thursday feels like it should be a Friday.

“Ein Bier… bitte.”
– cmb

The Nine Circles Playlist Vol. 137 (7.11.2020)

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Welcome to another edition of our Saturday morning playlist.  Thing get weird this week as we throw at you a witches’ brew of prog, war metal, pop-punk, acoustic folk, and just about anything else you can think of.  We like to keep it interesting around these parts.  Take a listen, as always, at the link below.

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– Vincent


 

The Nine Circles Playlist Vol. 111 (1.11.2019)

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There are some people whose presence on this earth are so large that you can’t imagine living in a world without them. For the world of rock music, Neil Peart was one of those powers. When I was a young man I thought I couldn’t stand Rush, mostly due to my distaste of Geddy Lee’s voice. Thankfully I got over myself eventually, but even in my days when I didn’t like the band, I always counted Neal Peart as one of the best drummers I’ve ever heard. There’s no one, Rush fan or not, who I ever heard call him anything less than the best. I’m sad we won’t hear any more of him, but his legacy will be here forever.

Here are some tunes.

– Vincent

Best of 2019: Chris’s Honorable Mentions List

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No meandering preamble.  Too much of 2019 was utter shit, and music was the salve to my battered and bruised soul.  Last week I touted 19 albums that helped me cope with the personal and global tragedies that the year brought, and this week brings another 15 records that, while not formally ranked all can on a given day act as my #26, or even my #1.  Don’t try to find reason or logic in a list.  Not only is it all subjective, but it’s all subject to change on a dime, on a given moment when the axis spins and tries to buck you off into orbit, and all you can cling to is the fragment of a melody, a riff or a lyric that tethers you to the world, keeps you grounded and ready for another day.

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