YouTube Channel Madness!

I’m sure some of you have noticed that I’ve been doing less writing of late and focusing more on making YouTube videos.  I’ll get back to writing eventually, but I’ve decided that I need to challenge myself with a new medium, as well as expand the THKD empire beyond blogging.  It’s been a fun, refreshing change of pace and I hope you’ll come along on this journey with me while I try something new for a while.

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Amorphis – Queen of Time (Nuclear Blast, 2018)

As I was preparing to review this album, something occurred to me; In nearly ten years of THKD I’ve never once written about Amorphis (I have no idea why).  It also occurred to me that many readers will probably be surprised to find out that I unabashedly love this band, given that their music is pretty much the antithesis of so much of the other metal I love; it’s proggy, folky, pristinely produced and at times poppy as all hell, yet somehow Amorphis makes all these elements that I’m not always such a big fan of (at least not when it comes to metal) palatable, nay downright tasty.

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The Creatures From The Tomb – The Terrifying Menace (Rotten Roll Rex, 2018)

What’s this?  A goregrind band that doesn’t sing about gore?  Germany’s The Creatures From The Tomb (henceforth referred to as TCFTT) play groovy goregrind in the vein of Cock and Ball Torture, The Day Everything Became Nothing and Cliteater, but their songs are not about zombies or hacking people up or having sex with corpses.  Instead, TCFTT mine their subject matter from classic black and white horror films, such as The Phantom of the Opera and Creature from the Black Lagoon.

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Birdflesh – Night of the Ultimate Mosh (Everlasting Spew Records, reissue 2018)

When I was in college, there were a few instances where I was beyond dirt poor.  Back then, people actually still gave a shit about CDs, so painful as it was, I’d sell off chunks of my music collection so that I could like, pay my bills and eat ‘n’ shit.  One of the CDs I sold was an original pressing of Birdflesh’s Night of the Ultimate Mosh on Razorback Recordings.

That was really stupid of me.

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