Jenny and the Mexicats - The Song for the UV House Mouse
I can only think of one Mexican band I’ve ever had in my music library. In general, they’re just insipid copies of something else. Maybe I’m just not digging deep enough (to be honest, I don’t even try), but I think there’s very little inspiration and originality within the country’s music scene. This song is pretty cool, though.
You entered this world with stars in your eyes.
Gunfire and smoke blackened those blue skies.
Remember the badges and stripes that were worn.
This flag still waves proudly despite being torn.
Fireworks bursting high in the air.
Falling as gently as the strands of your hair.
Land of the free. Home of the brave.
The nails that scratched my back also dug my own grave.
From mountains, to highways, to gleaming shores.Pale in comparison to what lied behind locked doors.
Casualties of war. Crippled and broken.
Impaled by the shrapnel of words that were spoken.
The stagnant strides, glory and gore,
of that old country in which I lived and adore.
When Converge released All We Love We Leave Behind last year, I felt the title was a little depressing. I thought that it exaggerated on a certain level, because surely there are some things we get to keep with us on our journey through life. To say that we leave all behind - that’s a bit much, I thought. I had no idea how wrong I was.
It’s crazy how many things can change in a year. Months. Weeks. A day. Hours. Like Anders Fridén once wrote, the burden of man is that time never takes a pause. We are but the steel it molds to its will. I understand this, yet, I’m conflicted. Do I stay unrelenting, unbreakable, and firm, or do I simply let these tides take me and run their course?
At times it seems easier to be the weathered stone; smooth and serene from years of constant, crashing waves. Compliant, but at peace. On the other spectrum, the jagged rock cuts deep. Sharp, majestic edges, worn like a crown of thorns. Dangerous, yet venerable.
Kissing skin is a thing of the past. Now comes the time to tear it. To rupture it. To leave scars on it. Damage is a beautiful constant. It makes you stronger. It sharpens your edges. It makes you unbreakable.That way nothing enters you, thus nothing is left.
Kingdom of Sorrow - Monuments of Ash
It Dies Today - The Depravity Waltz
It’s no surprise that I’m a metalcore fanboy at heart. Always have been, always will be. Here’s a song from 2004, released via the now-defunct Trustkill Records. Misanthropy, breakdowns, double pedals, three word band names. Good times.
Banks - Before I Ever Met You