I stopped caring about music when I was 35.
I always swore that I'd be hip and new and open to the new stuff, but time takes its toll and eventually I realized that I just didn't give a damn. Especially when so much of the music was dick-swinging hip-hop and whiny, indecipherable metal. I mean, I like new bands like Modest Mouse and Arctic Monkeys, I'm just not that convinced that they are doing anything special. Modest Mouse = Built To Spill without the self-discipline. Arctic Monkeys = The Minutemen + Nirvana/Black Flag. Meh. Radiohead was the greatest band on the planet, and they bored me. The only bands that I thought were really pushing the envelope, as it were, were Slipknot and the Dillinger Escape Plan. And Candiria, but I'm the only person I know who likes them.
But there is a band I've seized on, and it's kinda weird because they are completely out of my typical genres. I'm a punk and indie kinda guy. But recently I've been getting some joy from Opeth. They're a Swedish death metal band that owes more to King Crimson than Emperor, despite their online protestations. They make music that ranges from ambient to to grindcore, often within the same song.
And Lady kinda likes 'em. Pardon me, I have more important things to attend to. To which to attend. Whatever.
The Last Bridge.
2 hours ago