Jesus was born in Amoeba Records.
I took another trip to my favorite store in the land. I could literally spend all day in there, every day, and still be a happy camper. Anyway, to the point, good sir!
One of the cool cats working there saw the vinyl and cd's I was walking around with and we got to talking about music, his ex gf, and some other random shit. I think Star Wars was brought up once or twice too. For some reason, I get involved in the most random conversations with people...I dunno.
When he saw Entrance: Prayer of Death in my stack, his eyes lit up. Turns out his good friend is the drummer, and he told me about his side project album that should be released next month or so. I'll be making a trip back to snatch that up soon. For those that want to be in the loop as well, look for David Vandervelde: Nothin' No.
Anyway, back to the Entrance. The recording quality definitely isn't really high, in fact, however it was recorded added a good 30-40 years to the overall sound. The vocals are raw, as is the guitar...but oh so brilliant. This album definitely isn't for everyone, but in my book, it's ultimately original and for that I give it high marks. I realize that time travel isn't possible, but these guys somehow manage to flirt with the notion. You'll understand what I mean once you give it a listen.
With the uprising of bands like Entrance, I have a very hopeful outlook for the future of music. Fuck the people that say music is dead. They haven't a clue what they're talking about.
I couldn't have said it better:
everytime i hear this song it makes me want to get stoned, ride a motorcycle and beat the shit out of the next person i see.
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