champagneofblogs:

frozendepthsofaforgottenfjord:

I don’t think that the mountain goats get to use the word kvlt.

I don’t know what it is and I refuse to google it, but I feel safe saying that John Darnielle has carte blanche to use any vowel-less words he wants. 

“kvlt” refers to the underground or raw aspect of black metal.

You cannot be kvlt if you:

  • Use grandpas guitars (outside of pagan/viking black metal)
  • Sing about anything semi-positive, ever. Ever.
  • Achieve popularity or commercial success
  • Sound like goddamn Neutral Milk Hotel

Two quick examples:

kvlt

not kvlt

Notice the production on the second song. Not. Fucking. Kvlt.

I don’t think that the mountain goats get to use the word kvlt.

Just done another review, of Torche’s “Harmonicraft”.

junkyardgod89:

http://richreviewz.wordpress.com/2012/05/21/torche-harmonicraft-quick-review/

Check it out, check the album out, let me know what you think!

(Also, I can’t decide whether the full size or the shrunk size album art is better, opinions?

Good review. I’m still never quite sure what to make of Torche’s listenable nature, but they were solid live. I’ve listened to Meanderthal a bit, and I’ll have to check this one out too.

friedmanisgod:

fortheloveofhairbleach:

regards, dave

JOOYNAR PLS

daev pls

friedmanisgod:

fortheloveofhairbleach:

regards, dave

JOOYNAR PLS

daev pls

did-you-kno:

Source

No. There were no cigarettes in Ancient Egypt. Tobacco comes from North America. That source says that Ancient Egyptians used it as incense.

did-you-kno:

Source

No. There were no cigarettes in Ancient Egypt. Tobacco comes from North America. That source says that Ancient Egyptians used it as incense.

fvneralmonolith:

Fuck, this album is incredible.

Wow. Yeah. Damn.

fvneralmonolith:

Fuck, this album is incredible.

Wow. Yeah. Damn.

boybitch:

Holy shit, that constellation thing is only $11.99 and my debit card is right next to me.  Oh god I might just order it.

Dude, you could hotbox like… the whole galaxy in one room.

I am in denial, and I am depressed
I will try to bargain with you, then share my anger with you
But I can’t complete the full cycle of mourning
I struggle with acceptance
I can’t forgive myself

Everything I touch turns to gold, then to coal
Everything I touch turns to rust, then to dust

My clothes are full of holes, hanging off my tired body
I command so much negativity, my charge drains the life from machinery
But I feel such powerlessness, when I struggle with forgiveness
Yet I don’t know my own strength, when I destroy everything

I am in denial, and I am depressed