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Wednesday, July 06, 2005

pentagram.

this is a band that i have been listening to almost nonstop for the past 2 months.

there's something about them - their unabashed satanic themes, the fact that they started in the year i was born (fucking 1971) and are still rocking - their absolute bare-bones production... the almost moronic lyrics.

they are pretty crude-sounding, plodding, black-sabbathy pentatonic rock. the kind of thing that two dudes down the road from you in new westminster are playing in a basement when you're trying to sleep. the kind of band deaner from FUBAR would start.

however, there's some sort of stadium-rock pageantry that goes with it - you get the idea that, despite the fact that they've probably never played in a club that held more than 120 people, they approached every show like they were headlining monterey pop.

there's a dude (who i think is a professor of some sort - which is even cooler) who runs a website dedicated to the documentation of this tragically unsung band.

http://www.cas.sc.edu/socy/faculty/deflem/pentagram/default.html

there are a few people - like greg "i'll do anything a year before it's hip" anderson (galleon's lap, engine kid, goatsnake) and relapse records (www.relapse.com) who have championed their cause. this is noble work.

i try to explain to people why i like certain music and i think this blog entry just scratches the surface of one of the 'odder' ones. i'm just not articulate enough to explain why i like such shitty music sometimes.

i mean... who likes the knack? i do.
pentagram
kool keith
anal cunt
dead horse
the wrens
integrity
the oath
galleon's lap
neil young
silkworm
MC paul barman
themselves
mitch hedberg

i don't know... i love all this shit, and it's all so shitty. but it has one thing that so many bands lack - VISION. i mean... who else but dead horse could pull off a song like SCOTTISH HELL?

fuck all of you. i have headphones and you can go be intellectually correct out of earshot. but then again none of you really exist.

i need a holiday.

i will have one soon. 18 more days.

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