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
That superb owl wasn’t superb at all.
“Ein Bier… bitte.”
– cmb
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.
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– Vincent
Good morning, it’s time to metal. Here’s some news you might have missed from the last couple of days:
“Take a look at the trail behind you, this is terrain you know. It might reappear again. Now you stare at the path before you, so tell me what is shown. Decipher eternity.”
“Ein Bier… bitte.”
– cmb
