First off, a special note of thanks to Baal, Gism didn't disappoint at all, and after more than a cursory search I'm sure I can dig up the other bands too, which will most likely rocketh. Thanks!
Today my theory of Ultimate Trash Culture has finally reached its zenith. See, it seems like everything I like is getting progressively more and more trash-ey. My taste in movies has gone from "bad obscure B horror movies" to "they can actually sell more than one copy of that?" Yessir, I've traded in Troma for El Santos and Roger Corman for Noriaki Yuasa. My music has gone from "stupid old punk" to "did Bruce Dickenson just father Ayn Rand's baby?" But see the best part of this is the pure unassailability of it all. How can you say Iron Savior sucks if:
A) You never heard of them.
B) If you have heard of them, you obviously like them since there's no way you would have come across them accidentally. You either like German power metal bands who sing about the trials and tribulations of unifying with giant orbiting space defense platforms created by the lost city of Atlantis or you don't.
Ahh, wonderful. No longer do I have to listen to people complain about the technical simplicity of music (I'm sure if Guitar Wolf wanted to learn more than 5 chords they could) or the technical fallabilities of movies (yeah, maybe they could have done better CG on the Sumerian Fish-God Dagon, but is that really what matters when the naked octopus-girl is trying to seduce the Jeffrey Combs look-alike?). Life is good.
On an entirely related note, I decided for lack of anything better to do to go with my friends to the Goodwill today and managed to score some sweet books. Now I'm not usually a thrift store enthusiast, but if they all have hardcover copies of Mazes and Monsters (remember the reactionary novel from the 80's that they based that movie on, the one where playing D+D causes kids to commit suicide?) and The Unholy (something about evil ghosts of Nazis or something...the cover just has a skull with swastikas in the eye sockets, so that amount of bizarre cannot be turned down) all for 75 cents, then I guess I should start patronizing them more. Crazy Nazi ghosts, they're just so wacky!
Today my theory of Ultimate Trash Culture has finally reached its zenith. See, it seems like everything I like is getting progressively more and more trash-ey. My taste in movies has gone from "bad obscure B horror movies" to "they can actually sell more than one copy of that?" Yessir, I've traded in Troma for El Santos and Roger Corman for Noriaki Yuasa. My music has gone from "stupid old punk" to "did Bruce Dickenson just father Ayn Rand's baby?" But see the best part of this is the pure unassailability of it all. How can you say Iron Savior sucks if:
A) You never heard of them.
B) If you have heard of them, you obviously like them since there's no way you would have come across them accidentally. You either like German power metal bands who sing about the trials and tribulations of unifying with giant orbiting space defense platforms created by the lost city of Atlantis or you don't.
Ahh, wonderful. No longer do I have to listen to people complain about the technical simplicity of music (I'm sure if Guitar Wolf wanted to learn more than 5 chords they could) or the technical fallabilities of movies (yeah, maybe they could have done better CG on the Sumerian Fish-God Dagon, but is that really what matters when the naked octopus-girl is trying to seduce the Jeffrey Combs look-alike?). Life is good.
On an entirely related note, I decided for lack of anything better to do to go with my friends to the Goodwill today and managed to score some sweet books. Now I'm not usually a thrift store enthusiast, but if they all have hardcover copies of Mazes and Monsters (remember the reactionary novel from the 80's that they based that movie on, the one where playing D+D causes kids to commit suicide?) and The Unholy (something about evil ghosts of Nazis or something...the cover just has a skull with swastikas in the eye sockets, so that amount of bizarre cannot be turned down) all for 75 cents, then I guess I should start patronizing them more. Crazy Nazi ghosts, they're just so wacky!
every city has to have a bad punk band....