Crashing monster chords, sizzling leads, gargantuan bass attack, searing, radioactive feedback, nuclear wah-wah, tonal fallout; the hydrogen experience metalicized by four steaming, pissing, acid fuckheads approaching the lethal zone of the Hiroshima landscape. I have always loved such music: the atonalists, the chaos—because it is the way the damn world is! Complexity, perpetual novelty, spontaneity, rearrangement, the wave of a hand, the thunder of my old Ampeg pushing me back across the cellar floor, like trying to walk headlong into hurricane winds.
Purpose! Oh how purpose has evaporated with age. Now money says, "You need me you poor fool, get on your knees and grovel; grovel like the Dickinsonian peasant that you are! Your life is mine!" No amount of music can erase this common necessity. "Every man has got a breaking point; you and I have one.....and good does not always triumph". Damn straight!! Uncle Sam has triumphed! Nabobs!! "I hate them, I do hate them". Carcinogenic soup, rotting, fetid, fungus syrup. Man, shellacked in greed, glistening in his hard yet transparent smock of fragile arrogance. Oh how I miss the days of discovery; when life was young; when acid led us by the eyes into unforeseen and unbidden territory; when whole, long nights of darkness were spent nursing a cup of coffee in a blanched and abused Howard Johnson's.
Personally, I cannot believe that I am still alive. "Each day I stay in this room I get weaker; every minute Charlie squats in the bush he gets stronger".
This piece from 1989, "Nuclear Fusion" is an addendum or companion to the "Mr. Apocalypse piece" I had posted earlier. The drumming on this piece is practically other-worldly. I have to say though that my favorite part of the piece starts at about 4:12 when Kennedy's voice comes in and the band right behind it with these horrific, monstrous, crashing chords; the bass moving low, gut-wrenching and chilling notes underneath them, ending up in a glorious flat-five ostinato that fades to the end.
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