Nov 24 2008
Freak Quincy, Man! Watch Out!
Time to rage, baby. Like “hate metal”. Only without the racial overtones. Quincy don’t play that. Neither does the Wretched Writer.
But you know what I’m talkin’ about–that wrenching emo-style, angry revenge rock, the kind of stuff that gets under your skin and reminds you how much the world sucks, how much humanity really sucks!
Yeah, that’s how the Wretched Writer feels right now. So he made a request. And, quite frankly, I feel the same way!
He wanted to express to you one song in particular that he absolutely loves to listen to when dealing with particular scenes that have to do with vengeance, death, hate, fear, stuff like that. The kind of stuff that buries itself deep inside your guts and your brains and your bones, cutting away at the marrow. Makes it hurt. But you love the hurt, baby! YEAH!
That type of gut-wrenching emotion gets the words going, the anger, the fury. You got to hold onto that stuff–even if it hurts, even if it’s bad. Because when you get down to it, having all that hurt and anger inside and then letting it out on paper–well, it’s therapeutic, man! Have at it! Here’s a bit of real powerhouse, guitar-raging, screaming, guttural voices and demonic faces with their petty hate and fierce, freezing fires! Let the rock rip at your souls! May you rest in peace….
WHAT! YOU GOT A PROBLEM??
