It's been a big week for us here at Mosh Rebellion. The website just started, and thanks to the awesome dudes at Metalsucks we have a lot of new writers! You all heard Dingus', The Baby Killer's, and Choops' take on hardcore dancing, some of which were more strongly worded than others. We told you about awesome Lamb of God breakdowns (which you probably already knew about), and introduced you to the most brutal Englishman ever, Kev.
So I think at the end of the week we should all share what we're listening to. Here are some of my favorite songs as of lately.
All Shall Perish - Gagged, Bound, Shelved and Forgotten
When Awaken the Dreamers first came out I could never get into this song, but for some reason I can't stop listening to it now. The intro pumps me up so fucking much, and I love the lyrics. Here's an excerpt.
"Don't let them take our nation
Take
Our nation, leaving us drifting through falsehood
Redemption is gone
They tell us that were fine, that we choose our rights
Our choice, a fight
What fucking lies
They slay our minds
This is for penance
We all are taking the fall
And if they think they've won, they better think...
They fucking better think twice"
It can kinda be contorted to represented my hatred towards hardcore dancers. They might think they've won the pit, but they don't know what's comin to 'em. We can't let them take our nation (of metal). I guess. Or something. Whatever, listen to it below.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=naAbTq2TbrY
Cynic - Adam's Murmur
Oh god. The melodic part that starts at 0:40 gets me every time. Such a goddamn fantastic bands from one of the best bands around. Listen to this shit.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQivkZJaoq0
N.W.A. - Straight Outta Compton
Honesty time I here. I don't just listen to metal. In fact, I fucking love gangsta rap, especially stuff from the 90's, and this shit is some of the most ghetto stuff you'll find. This song makes me want to fuck shit up, it's so good, almost as gangsta as Dr. Dre's The Chronic (arguably the best rap album ever). Also, it's funny to think that the guy who spits the rhyme, "When I'm called off, I got a sawed off, Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off" went on to star in such prestigious films as Are We There Yet? No matter, download this shit and blast it in you're car.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=33jyoyJNa2c&feature=related
So, that's what I've been listening to, what about you guys? Post in the comments below, give us some good music for the weekend!
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Friday, October 29, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Choops' Take: Is Hardcore Dancing Just a Cry for Attention?
Please welcome another new writer to the site, Choops. Read on to see how he feels about hardcore dancing.
This article goes out to all the hardcore crews. First off, thank you for taking the time to read this. Secondly, go fuck yourselves. Spare me the sight of seeing all you mongoloids in your flat brimmed hats, neon colored Osiris' and your Adidas shorts ruining my fucking shows. Actually, I feel bad about comparing you to mongoloids, because they can't help it. You make a conscious effort to act like a fucking tool. You swing your tiny little fists around and spasm back and forth, destroying whoever you can in the process. Who are you trying to hit? God, for making you the pathetic piece of shit you are? It's not enough that we give you space in the MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING CROWD to act like assclowns. You still continue to go wherever there are people trying to avoid you. You're like a small child that has to constantly run up and show a parent how special they are. 'LOOK MOMMY! DID YA SEE ME OVER THERE WITH MY FRIENDS? DID YA SEE ME PUNCHING THE AIR? I HIT THAT AIR HARD, HUH?' 'Yes son, you hit the air very hard. You're doing a great job.' No matter how we try to stay the fuck away from you, you keep coming back to show us what progress you're making on your high kicking skills. I mean, let's identify your scene for what it really is. A cry for attention. A sad, pathetic, equivalent to cutting yourself.
And god forbid we try to stop you. I've heard of the 'raised fist' method of hardcore kid protection, I've used it, and it doesn't fucking work. A stationary raised fist will do nothing to protect you from a kick to the face or a fist to the ribs. You just don't care who you hit or whether or not they want to be hit. Men. Women. People in wheelchairs (I saw this happen, but that's a story for another time). They are all just notches on your fist swinging bed post. When our raised fist fails us, we decide that we're going to actually say something to you. What we don't know is that you hardcore kids are like the music scene's equivalent of the Human Centipede. We think we're just dealing with one of you, but surprise surprise, here come a whole bunch of you, attached ass to mouth. A civil discussion with you and your friends (at least in my experience) is not possible. Everyone's ready to throwdown. And then when we as a metal community decide that we're ready to throwdown as well, then we're not showing respect for your music or culture, and you cry foul. I can't help but think of high school when I think of you. You hardcore kids are, in my opinion, the jocks at the high school of metal. Flexing your muscles and kicking anyone's ass for no other reason than because there's enough of you that you can. Well keep me the fuck out of it. Do us all a favor. Stay in the hundred yard area that any show seems to give you, and keep your stupidity to your fucking selves.
This article goes out to all the hardcore crews. First off, thank you for taking the time to read this. Secondly, go fuck yourselves. Spare me the sight of seeing all you mongoloids in your flat brimmed hats, neon colored Osiris' and your Adidas shorts ruining my fucking shows. Actually, I feel bad about comparing you to mongoloids, because they can't help it. You make a conscious effort to act like a fucking tool. You swing your tiny little fists around and spasm back and forth, destroying whoever you can in the process. Who are you trying to hit? God, for making you the pathetic piece of shit you are? It's not enough that we give you space in the MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING CROWD to act like assclowns. You still continue to go wherever there are people trying to avoid you. You're like a small child that has to constantly run up and show a parent how special they are. 'LOOK MOMMY! DID YA SEE ME OVER THERE WITH MY FRIENDS? DID YA SEE ME PUNCHING THE AIR? I HIT THAT AIR HARD, HUH?' 'Yes son, you hit the air very hard. You're doing a great job.' No matter how we try to stay the fuck away from you, you keep coming back to show us what progress you're making on your high kicking skills. I mean, let's identify your scene for what it really is. A cry for attention. A sad, pathetic, equivalent to cutting yourself.
And god forbid we try to stop you. I've heard of the 'raised fist' method of hardcore kid protection, I've used it, and it doesn't fucking work. A stationary raised fist will do nothing to protect you from a kick to the face or a fist to the ribs. You just don't care who you hit or whether or not they want to be hit. Men. Women. People in wheelchairs (I saw this happen, but that's a story for another time). They are all just notches on your fist swinging bed post. When our raised fist fails us, we decide that we're going to actually say something to you. What we don't know is that you hardcore kids are like the music scene's equivalent of the Human Centipede. We think we're just dealing with one of you, but surprise surprise, here come a whole bunch of you, attached ass to mouth. A civil discussion with you and your friends (at least in my experience) is not possible. Everyone's ready to throwdown. And then when we as a metal community decide that we're ready to throwdown as well, then we're not showing respect for your music or culture, and you cry foul. I can't help but think of high school when I think of you. You hardcore kids are, in my opinion, the jocks at the high school of metal. Flexing your muscles and kicking anyone's ass for no other reason than because there's enough of you that you can. Well keep me the fuck out of it. Do us all a favor. Stay in the hundred yard area that any show seems to give you, and keep your stupidity to your fucking selves.
I actually laughed out loud numerous times reading over this article. Well put Choops, well put... Look for more posts from Choops in the future.
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