You might have noticed brother Vincent is away on some business. He’s off fighting demon hordes and stealing souls…I kid, I kid. But there’s no doubt that when he returns, he’ll be regaling us with all the killer beer he’s had and all the earsplitting metal he listened to whilst slaying the road. Anyway, it’s SATURDAY folks – we made it! If you missed anything here this week, go back and catch up. For now though, we’ve got another good playlist of tunes to help make the weekend better and you know what to do. Right? Surely by now you do? I mean, 73 editions of this thing… you got this. Now, GO.
Good morning, it’s time to metal. Here’s some news you might have missed from over the weekend:
Leading off, Rammstein‘s Friday evening set at the Rock Am Ring festival was cancelled as the festival was forced to evacuate due to concerns over a possible terrorism threat. Thankfully, nothing came of the threat and the festival was able to resume the next day.
Good morning, it’s time to metal. Here’s some news you might have missed from yesterday:
Leading off, the battle for the rights to Entombed‘s band name appears to have been decided in favor of the non-“A.D.” contingent of the band — a.k.a. everyone other than possible-Tolkien-dwarf L-G Petrov. Hopefully that’ll be the end of this almost-as-stupid-as-the-two-Queensrÿches saga.
In an act of ultimate blasphemy, I’m gonna quote the Bible here on Nine Circles real quick: “there is nothing new under the sun.” In a way, it’s a shitty admission. As appreciators, and especially as artists, we want to believe there’s always something new out there waiting to be discovered. We want to find it, capture it, channel it into something that’s ours. If you believe there’s nothing new under the sun, that every original artistic impulse has already been conceived and acted out, then you cede that impulse to your creative forebears. But can that idea not be freeing? If everything worth imagining has already been imagined, then the burden comes off of you to blaze any new trails. You’re free to reinterpret, to reimagine, to outright fucking steal the shit that came before you. And what’s interesting about this notion (or depressing, or really awesome, depending on your viewpoint) is that it sells. We can be sly about this. We can write books that we call “bold retellings” of works written centuries ago. We can be overt about it. We, as Hollywood producers, can say, “What if we just did Die Hard, but in the White House? Or London?” We can say, “this made a lot of money as a comic. Let’s make it a movie.” And that’s the prevailing atmosphere in popular commercial art now.Continue reading →