In the midst of a down shifted sunrise, a building breeze plays the tips of swaying fields. A fleeting shadow prepares itself and acknowledges the intangible presence of an awoken giant. The open space of this place allows for percussive introductions with no deadening concrete to bounce away precious tones. The spanning fields and lining minerals pay respect to prior tending by carrying the siren song of back broken work horses and calloused craftsman into the lives of the reliably content. Those who truly understand its underlying message embrace the common theme. Introductions resolve and volatile walls of sound find electric catalysts. Every riotous fist impales the air with unexplainable anger. Every thunderous declaration screams in unison as hoarsen voices slowly erode to whispers. Musical militias understand and appreciate why life can change speeds without missing a beat. Constantly taken by surprise, the soldiers inevitably end up finding the rhythm.
To truly understand a band’s genre, you must first begin to understand the fundamental components of the artists influence. A Rock band, although capable of being derived from any social setting, portray these structural layers best by their intentions. For me, Rock and Metal music act as a vehicle. They allow me to both obtain and divulge an articulate voice that could never be used when simply speaking.
Every painful moment – untimely deaths, incarceration, addiction, abuse – takes up space in the back of my dampened subconscious cellar. Stagnant memories wait patiently for limited opportunities to explode from functioning extremities and transmittable sensations. While flying from my fingertips and riding meticulous waves made by vibration, they reach out and connect with every disheartened recollection spewed frantically from life’s desperately formed mosh pit. From the outside in, such acts may appear primitive and barbaric. Self-admittedly, this may hold some truth. But these acts are certainly not mindless. No choreographer could compose such a natural display of uniformity. As heads and shoulders rock in a flawless combative alliance, an exhilarating release takes place indefinable by modern sciences. Something so impeccably lifting – ironically fueled by something so infinitely draining - is my only real world proof of divine inspiration.
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