To many this is such a dirty word, but please leave your stereotypes at the door for a moment. But once four chords have been laid down, my mind begins to wander midway through the second bar, and even math fails to reach its full potential unless I’m rendered comatose by herbs.Īs a result, I’m beginning to tread a path that I assume has been wandered by many of my elders before me I have become a rubbernecker for metal. Perhaps I’m simply not looking hard enough, but I see album chart shows sponsored by KFC and a relentless barrage of ideals being sold and resold on a daily basis (a copy of a copy, I guess is the echo here), and I weep for what was. The euphoria surrounding the discovery of a new band, that was once so prominent in my youth, has dwindled heavily with time it would seem. So I find myself getting to an age where I’m becoming increasingly more cynical about music.
