You sure AINT the sharpest tool in the box are you, just a SA with nothing to back it up, You simply don't know what you are talking about.
You are just too easy to foil Atoga try 'Ritchie Blackmore', His influences are Blues, Classical, and Hard Rock. Consider Steve Morse who has been with Deep Purple for seven or eight years now and his influences are Jazz, Blues, Fusion, hard rock, and Classical ( I like his work with the Dixie Dregs more than his Deep Purple stuff). Of course Tony Iomi will cite Blues and Jazz as his strongest influences. are those guys real enough for you atoga? A simple question for atoga, "tell me you perfidious little troll, what is the primary difference between Hard Rock and Heavy metal?"
Now that the peanut gallery has been taken care of…
Subhumansubhuman wrote:The ratio of good stuff to crap is extremely out of whack, and for that reason alone, metal doesn't deserve the sort of tongue licking you're giving it.
Ha! Ha! ouch! Nice one!! I am not giving it a tongue licking actually (ok I guess I did), when I said the it was the greatest shit since sliced bread. I was really refering to Progressive Metal, since I failed to state that fact, and since I overstated my case I guess deserved a little tongue lashing.
Truth be known when I shell out my cash to see a concert or buy music its usually a Prog Rock/Prog Metal, Jazz/Rock Fusion concert, or something special like Emerson, Lake and Palmer, KingsX, King Crimson, man I wish I could see Rush, Pink Floyd, and YES again. I have to admit I really like Tool they have a very unique sound, I also Love Black Sabbath, a bit of atmospheric music, some movie sound track stuff by players like Tangerine Dream and Vangelis. Have you ever listened to a CD called I advance Masked by Robert Fripp & Andy Summers ? I even like Rob Zombie., spyro Gyra, Eric Johonson, Stanly Clarke, John Petatucci, Alain Carron, Brian Bromburg etc etc etc.....
I really can't argue with your comment about the horrific ratio of bad Rock and Metal to the good stuff.
Its a fact that most of the Rock-Metal-Grunge-Alternative music gets published only because the band LOOKS MARKETABLE. Who gives a shit what the assholes sound like because they can fix their bumbling attempt at musical expresion in the studio. The studio musicians and techs can even provide their sound man with patches and sequences to insert in a live concert so that the morons that listen to them think that the assholes can really play. A case in point would be a pack of pathetic clowns that call themselves Lit, GAWD what a bunch of hacks. I wish I had never heard their tune 'miserable' because it is so horrible that it has burned itself into my memory and it hurts.
While Metal in general doesn't deserve a serious knob job neither can the entire form be condemned and kiestered in the way atoga mindlessly did. The stores are filled with such garbage CD's that would rather use for target practice than listen to.
Now for something that I really like….
Neurotica Early morning in NYC
(Belew/King Crimson)
Good morning, it's 3am in this great roaring
city full of garbage eaters ravaging parking
spots beneath my plaza window I see cheetah in their
tight skins and tired heels all-night hippo in
the diner crossing the street swarthy heards of young
impala flambastic gibbon even a struggling monza
and over there that brilliant head ornament on that
Japanese macaque but look closely at the hammerhead hand
in hand with the mandrill, it's a sight you're
unlikely to see anywhere else on the planet...
the stench and noise, yes, yes, the howler's
resonating repertoire is not too bad when mixed with
the more musical twern of the tropical warbler but the
impatient taxi blare the squawking elderly ibis and
the glass-eye snapper hawking papers I can certainly
live without also be cautious of the poisonous
boomslang laughter social droppings of the fruit bat
and purple queen fish and who's that babbler conversing
with a magazine stand? evidently he's getting a good
reply...
arrive in neurotica
through neon heat disease
I swear at the swarming heards
I sweat the foul terrain
I rove the moving scenery
I have no fin
no wing no stinger
no claw no camouflage
I have no more to say...
Say...isn't that an elephant fish on the corner over
there look at that blush baby mud puppy noolbenger
rhinoderma marmoset spring peeper shingleback skink
siren skate starling sun-gazer spoonbill and suckers,
they seem to be everywhere, well it's a live revue
random animal parts now playing nightly right here in neurotica...
so long...
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