Though you may rule the world, I wil rule the universe

taking on this part-time thing for my old company has me swamped, but it would be so unlike me not to take advantage of the ol' office broadband to take even just the quickest li'l breather, if only to say this:

at last, on the spinner: STRAPPING YOUNG LAD - THE NEW BLACK!!!

(also, with all sorts of other crap, including samples from their other albums, here: http://www.myspace.com/strappingyounglad.)

Know that the music industry's ill,
AND WE'RE THE FUCKING ANTIDOTE

and

Oh, you ironic pop-rock FUCK
DON'T YOU FUCK WITH METAL

-bits from FAR BEYOND METAL.

this album also contains my current best ever moment in metal: the get-down boogie instrumental bit complete with trombone and woodwinds on ANTI PRODUCT, possibly the coolest metal song ever:

I am the Anti product, quantum mechanically pure
Now you will show me, be automatic, we must be perfectly sure
Sell me, tell me I'm the chosen one

-ANTI PRODUCT

all sorts of fun tongue-in-cheek and not-in-cheek-at-all cheekiness, all delivered in glorious, full-color minor-key chromatic hyper-distorted industrial-strength mathematical-precision self-replicating self-deprecating rage!

Tell me how much we fuckin' suck
HELL YEAH YOU FUCKING SUCK!!!
Hell yeah we fucking suck,
Hell YEAH we fucking suck

-YOU SUCK

complete with 'sell-out' commercial-grade corp-rock-worthy guest performances by Oderus Urungus and Bif Naked.

if there is anything for which the boys from Canada are to be blamed, it's putting me off most other metal.

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in other music news, there's this:

http://showbizandstyle.inquirer.net/entertainment/entertainment/view_article.php?article_id=42335

which had me wondering, has House become so influential that doctors are actually encouraged to 'speculate' about such things? until, that is, i read this, which went some way in explaining everything:

“His doctors believe his heart was no longer functioning properly then,” Cabuhat recalled. “Still, he finished that show in Laguna.” The gig ended early, around 7:30 p.m., but Buendia had another appointment. “He was on his way to a meeting when he complained that he was in pain.”

whatever the eventual outcome of all this (and one must always hope, of course, for the best), this, to my mind, only helps to consolidate the legend of Ely Buendia.

but it isn't all over yet:

http://showbizandstyle.inquirer.net/entertainment/entertainment/view_article.php?article_id=42572

it would appear that the skies over this year insist on remaining oppressively, unapologetically grey...