4 September 2010

Filth, Garbage and Other Junk

This is mostly a procrastination post, and sort of carries on from my previous post. I'm currently sitting in a dark room, nursing a headache and listening to Cradle of Filth. It's been a gloomy couple of days, autumn seems to have suddenly launched a surprise attack on us.

Yeah, Cradle of Filth. Another band I wouldn't have pictured myself listening to just a year back. Some might group them in the same genre as Bal-Sagoth (who I already love, and have written about before), but of course they're totally different, both in terms of sound and lyrical content. (Though I must confess I haven't gotten around to really delving into Cradle's lyrics yet, the shriek style being less than easy to follow without simultaneously reading...)

While I was drawn to Bal-Sagoth primarily due to their wonderful dark fantasy stories and cinematic synth sound, Cradle of Filth's pull was mostly aesthetic. There's something about their crude, dark elegance that appeals to me. There's some decent guitar work mixed in there too. (A few songs, like Coffin Fodder, almost give me NES vibes!)

Though it might sound counter-intuitive, I have a habit of listening to dark, even harsh, fairly fast music when I have headaches. Garbage is a frequent choice, almost to the point I associate the group exclusively with dark rooms, gloomy nights and headaches. There's a part of me that enjoys these melancholy moments, almost revels in them, and doesn't want to let go (assuming the headache's not too bad, of course). A line from Garbage springs to mind, 'I'm only happy when it rains...' (Of course avoiding anything very cheery or bright when you've got a headache is perfectly logical. But it does go a little beyond that, I think.)

I'm sure there was other stuff I meant to write about, but I've been staring at this window for a while now, drawing a blank. So I guess it's time to hit 'publish'.

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