I can’t pronounce the name. It’s been a problem for most
of my life, actually. I can’t pronounce things. As a child
I was sickly and spent a fair amount of time out of schoo-
l at a very critical time. About 3rd grade. I completely
missed fractions and a lot of grammar. I learned what an
adjective was – definitively – when I was in my early 20s.
It’s bizarre. I admit that.
I always enjoyed writing, though. If the name was easier
to pronounce I would be writing about the music and not
the name. I’m weird. You could send a link on the internet
and it’s not an issue. Or read it, like right now. I real-
ly enjoyed this.
It begins with an acoustic intro/prologue. Interesting h-
armonic content. Simple, yet elegant. Musically interest-
ing. I enjoyed it. The second track is an extended number.
It goes through many transformations. I appreciate this f-
orm of music. It was a form of music I developed a taste
for later in life.
After Nu Metal music I more or less stopped developing
musical interests. Rock musical interests. I mean, after
Korn there is really nowhere else to go. It took rock to
a new place. 1525, at an earlier age, would have represe-
nted something else. Perhaps something unpleasant.
I often imagine Vlad Tepas in Wallachia. Fueled by reven-
ge. Seeking justice for his slain Father and enslaved Br-
other. Freed so that he could be a vassal for a brutal r-
egime double-crossing his oppressors and suffering through
the alleged suicide of his Wife. Being remembered as a M-
The image of life as something rotting. Something putrid.
Totally destroyed. Annihilated, yet surviving as a cultur-
e for that which is even more putrid and defiled. Defiling
worms. Maggot brain. Visions of the annihilator. The empt-
iness on the other side of reality. Haunting. Lost in the
Goes well with Amebix “Sunshine Ward”.