Everyone has at least one; a song that has gone beyond earworm to become an indelible part of your brain, a song you can summon on queue in your imagination and that you often have to listen to in its entirety once you begin thinking about it. Use this thread to talk about those songs, how you first heard them and why they still remain with you.
― OH NOES, Thursday, 1 December 2011 15:54 (twelve years ago) link
Towards the end of high school, erstwhile moderator jjjusten and I were immersing ourselves in the industrial dance scene by perusing Rolling Stone's dance music lists and buying whatever we could find in our local record stores, as well as scavenging for compilations and tracking down the back catalogs of the artists we liked. We discovered many of my favorite acts this way; right now I'm going to talk about My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult.
I know jjj heard them first because I distinctly remember him raving to me about how amazing they were in the basement of his house. This was a common thing for us; after school and the bazillion activities we threw ourselves into to avoid boredom, we would usually go to his house because he had his own awesome stereo and most of the basement level of the house as a private bedroom. I remember him playing a KMFDM album for me, which I thought was okay (I hadn't yet heard Don't Blow Your Top, which could generate its own post) and THEN he put on this record that started with a percussive blast and a twisted arpeggiated, syncopated bassline dripping with anger.
I sat up and said, "Woah, what the hell is this?"
jjj grinned and handed me the CD case.
First off, I was obsessed with the band name. My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult seemed to skirt the line of menace and campiness, combining a self-aware sense of humor with a fascination with menace and uneasiness. Then, I saw the song was called "The Days of Swine and Roses". By this point, the song had gotten to the first verse and the whining growl "You drag me across your open wounds/I am on my last limb/I'M ON MY LAST LIMB" zeroed directly in on the cold nugget of self-loathing sarcasm that was the coping mechanism I'd developed over my high school years in the wake of feeling like a permanent other, never accepted by anyone aside from a small circle of friends who had stuck with me through a sibling's death.
When the song hit the line "The day I die will mean nothing to you/The day of swine and roses", I felt like someone had taken all of my insecurities, wrapped them in fury and blasted them directly back in my face. I got a huge adrenaline rush, powered by rage at my own disaffection and delight at the bitter, self-mocking humor in the "CHRISTIAN ZOMBIE VAMPIRE" chant. It was a feeling I'd been attempting to express for most of my high school career through admittedly terrible poetry and a deliberate attempt to take elements of punk and gearhead subculture and mash them together with popular fashion trends in an attempt to forge my own identity outside of the box people tried to put me in due to my skin color.
Best of all, it was rage with a smile; most of my life I've tried to experience things through humor and having the ridiculous so present in this song made it all the more irresistible to me.
Obviously, the horror camp of the entire album appealed to me and today it is one of my ten favorite albums of all time, but "The Days of Swine and Roses" was the gateway. As time as gone and and TKK has gotten older, the spark has gone out of most of their newer material; in fact, one could successfully argue that they never again got the balance between fury and funny right. That album still works though, and "The Days of Swine and Roses" is a song I will play until the day I die.
― OH NOES, Thursday, 1 December 2011 16:21 (twelve years ago) link
"Looking for the Magic" by the Dwight Twilley Band became an obsession this year. Then I turned a bunch of people in my community on to it. Now I am pretty sure it's going to be featured in a horror film that was shot in my town and produced by some friends of mine ("You're Next"). Now, most of the magic has worn off, quite honestly.
― Mr. Farmer, Friday, 2 December 2011 23:01 (twelve years ago) link