Wednesday, 31 October 2007

Avenged Sevenfold - Avenged Sevenfold


Avenged Sevenfold - Avenged Sevenfold

Very rarely has a rock album been described as sexy but in this case the word sexy is the only one that comes close to describing the smooth self-titled new record from Avenged Sevenfold. Our boys have grown up and left their tales of sex, drugs and rock n roll firmly locked in their last 3 albums. The new record is mature, smooth and draws influences from almost every genre in music you can imagine. These guys could have played it safe but after the phenomenal success of ‘City Of Evil’ in 2005 the band had to show they could step it up and two years later their ascension has allowed them to make rock history. This is the album that will make Avenged Sevenfold.

I was more than eager to hear this record. In fact, I was downright exploding to hear it and in describing this album ‘disappointed’ does not enter my vocabulary. I had high expectations and the first two singles that will be taken from the album showed me that these guys had exceeded every expectation I had. ‘Critical Acclaim’ is a gutsy, mature, and strangely political rant that will cause your brain to leak out of your ears (in a good way, of course). If M Shadows’ [vocals] doesn’t have your eyes rolling into the back of your head, then guest vocals from The Rev [drums] certainly will.
This, my friends, is sex on a CD. ‘Almost Easy’ is a song that will own your soul on one listen. Jarring guitars, a solo that will make your nose bleed and a chorus that will have you crooning along almost as well as M Shadows profusely insisting ‘I’m not insane/I’m not/Not insane.’ Sure you ain’t honey.

The album smashes through your CD player never letting up on raucous drums and guitar solos that will, quite frankly melt your face off and reduce you to a quivering, but satisfied, wreck. What can I say? These guys are good.

If you’re a fan of A7x (That’s a shortened version of Avenged Sevenfold, for all you noobs) then you know that you’d be hard pushed to find a ballad, or even a slower paced song on ‘City Of Evil’. And maybe, I hear you say, this will be the same case on their new album. Think again my hard rocking amigos! Those hard asses have gone soft and now you will find at least three heart wrenchingly beautiful songs that lean a bit more to the slower side. ‘Dear God’ and ‘Gunslinger’ will have you crying into your little black handkerchiefs as the band unravel the emotional roller coaster that is being a rock star, almost acoustically! Far from being the one track minded ‘we’ll scream you to death’ artists, the guys have branched out. ‘Lost’, which starts with a church organ, is an electronic feast for the ears but not to the extent you want to strangle yourself with the synth lead. The balance is struck with the precision of musicians who have been doing this sort of thing for years and although the guys in A7x certainly aren’t spring chickens they aren’t headed for the grave just yet, so this is no mean feat. The guys obviously had to put a lot of blood, sweat and tears into this album, as they aren’t on a concept level anymore. This is raw emotion at it’s finest, and boy don’t we just love it.

Lyrically, the album is genius. A7x have never been one to pull any punches when it comes to writing chorus’ that will blow your mind, accompanied by Synyster Gates’ guitar riffs that cause your socks to jump off your feet and run away screaming. The combination is disturbingly brilliant. ‘Scream’ – My personal favourite, closely followed by every other song on the album – very fittingly starts with a scream, but more to the point harbours the sexiest lyrics, albeit creepy, in the history of the world. Shadows growls ‘You know I make you wanna scream/ You know I make you wanna run from me.’ Maybe it’s just me but I have to restrain myself from tracking down Mr Shadows and…

Ahem. Moving on.

‘Brompton Cocktail’ is an astonishingly emotive song that left me reeling. It appeals on both a metaphorical and literal level. Husky vocals and grinding guitars dominate this track with a chorus so declarative and emotive that your heartstrings will be well and truly plucked. This is no half assed attempt at a song that could potentially touch a lot of people, he sings ‘I won’t struggle on/ In a world so cold/ In a world so wrong.’ Emotive, huh? This ain’t no ballad either, it’s aggressive, husky, dominant and threatens to eat your face with one false move. What’s not to like about it?


What tops this whole record off is the penultimate song on the record. It is the song, which shows Avenged Sevenfold off as true rock royalty. ‘A Little Piece Of Heaven’ is a colossal kick ass 8 minute 2 seconds ménage a trois of pain. Imagine the mentally deranged playing musical instruments and advancing on you while laughing manically and you have the track ‘A Little Piece Of Heaven’. Key changes, tempo changes, full orchestras, creepy kid choir, synthesisers and, probably, a keytar jammed in their somewhere. This is Bohemian Rhapsody with schizophrenia and Jesus of Suburbia on acid. ‘Dear God’ closes the album, and after the aggressiveness of 80% of the album, this is Avenged Sevenfold stripped of their whole hard knock façade. It almost feels as if you’re floating on air and Shadows’ voice is able to mould itself to the softness of the song while still retaining its huskiness. The guitar solo is reminiscent of Queen and Guns n Roses. Whoever said rock was dead is wrong. With artists like this around rock is very much alive and kicking.

This record shows the transformation of a band that was once good but is now becoming great. It is very fitting for the album title to be Avenged Sevenfold because it shows everything and more of what they briefly touched on in previous albums and I have a feeling that the following year for them is going to be great.

Tuesday, 23 October 2007

Ramblings

I figured I could write this here since no-one really reads it, so no-one will ask me about it.

I miss him. I didn't a few weeks ago but now he's got in my head and he plain just refuses to bugger off. I dreamt about him last night, and it wasn't a lovely romantic "...and they lived happily ever after" dream either. It was horrible. We were arguing but he was behind this window and I was on the outside, and I couldn't see his face. God, I haven't seen his face in so long. I've seen him, yes. But always from inside a car or ages away. I hope he hasn't forgotten about me.

Damn it! I just wish things were simpler. I wish I didn't think about him and when I did think about him it didn't hurt like hell. Damn, I'm so whiny. Someone shoot me and tell me to get over it? God's sake.

If you're reading this, you'll know who you are. Just a note for you to get out of my head, please.

Monday, 8 October 2007

Living For The Weekend.

I'm tired. I'm tired and bored. I'm tired, bored and hungry. I'm tired, bored, hungry and whiny. Can you blame me? I do not understand how 5 days of sitting on your ass and note taking (with the occassional drama thing) can be so bloody tiring. It's terrible.

And two days in the weekend isn't enough, not by a long shot. I'm like those miners in ye olde times where for every one day of work they did they had to have 3 days rest. Wouldn't that just be the life? I need to sleep and relax and not worry about missing stupid student directed plays and then have to explain to your teacher you didn't check the bus timetable. Humiliating much?

Grrr. College is awesome. Don't get me wrong. I've made so many new friendlings and stuff but I just can't keep up with the pace. I need a spare minute to sleep and think about what it is to be human and all those philosophical things like : Where do I come from? and Why am I here?!

On another note I have decided to be a vegan. I read a book called Skinny Bitch and it's like my bible now. The stuff in it was revolting and it really made sense to the non sensical. Awesome. So yes, now I don't eat dairy, meat, eggs, etc etc. Part of the reason is because I wanna lose weight, of course, what woman doesn't? And another part is that I'm intrigued to see what happens. However, the cafeteria in our College is not vegan friendly. Yes, it's vegetarian friendly. Don't eat chicken carcass? Here have some cheese made from the milk sucked brutally out of a cow by big metal machines. Yum.
Yes, I did used to eat meat and cheese and milk, but now I have a whole new perspective on everything else and I rock. So screw you.

Moving on to happier things. I am going to see My Chemical Romance on 13 Nov. Rock on. It will be the third time this year and the fourth in my lifetime. It makes me so happy. I'm also going to Poland with my friend Rin, we're going to drink Vodka and party like it's 2007....Wait, it is 2007. Okay, some retro year! I'm also going to see the Plain White T's. Okay, they aren't My Chemical Romance but they have that song I can sing like Sylvester the cat "Hey There Delilah." Awesome. And thennnn in February I am going to see 30 Seconds to Mars (Or 20 Seconds To Venus depending on who you are!) Maybe when I walk past Shannon Leto this time I'll notice him before it's too late and get an autograph. Idiot.

Well, I have an english lesson in 10 minutes. Oh joy of all unadulterated joys. So I'm gonna have to scoot. I'll just leave you with this golden nugget of wisdom from my fingertips:

Good sex is safe sex.

That is all. Love, Loves.
Hex

Thursday, 20 September 2007

Give A Guy A Guitar And I'm His

Yes, yes. We all know I have a thing for guys who play the guitar - especially if they play it well. I was just watching the Famous Last Words video, you know, the one by My Chemical Romance? And it hit me that normally I would not find Mikey attractive. Hey, the guy's good looking enough, just not my type. However...give the guy a (bass) guitar and I would not say no. Odd, isn't it?

Okay, so maybe I wouldn't jump on Adolf Hitler if he was holding a guitar but you get the point. There is something insanely attractive about a man holding a guitar and now I am going to attempt to analyse why I find it attractive.

1) Man hands.



Look at the hands on that guy! (That guy being Raymond Toro, if you didn't already know) A guitarist, ideally, needs long fingers and strong hands. What is more attractive than long fingered, strong hands? Well...that leads me on to my next point...

2) Good Thighs.

The picture that demonstrated the hands slightly showed how good a guitarist's thigh can be but I felt we needed a better picture...

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Those right there are some good thighs...

Okay, I think I may have turned this blog into a Ray appreciation one, but hey, it's good stuff. And aside from his manliness, and his good hands, and thighs. The guy can play the guitar awesomely well. So kudos to him for that. It's just an added bonus that he is ruggedly handsome...

Right, I shall stop before I embarrass myself further. God Speed.

Wednesday, 12 September 2007

I'm Starting A Campaign

A revolutionary campaign that will change the world! It shall be a campaign against bad grammar, bad spelling, bad punctuation, just bad writing full stop. I'm sick of people being lazy and shortening every other word just because it's too much of a strain on their poor little stumps to stretch to a couple more letters on the keyboard.

Observe. Stupid, lazy people type like this:

Lyk omg!11 2dy I wnt 2 c mi bf nd e ws sngging anthr boi!

I must say I found that extremely difficult to type. Wouldn't it be ten times easier to type the right spelling of things? The word at least. 'Mi' for some reason used instead of 'my'. Why is that? The letter 'I' is one key away from the letter 'Y', what's so difficult about tapping the right one? It's the same with 'boi' and do not get me started on the substitution of the exclamation mark for a 1. It makes no sense to me and it never will. All it takes is for you to press the SHIFT key and Eureka! an exclamation mark. But no, that would be way too easy.

Why are you people desecrating our language? Personally, I think we have a lovely, flowing language when it's used in the right way. In an elegant way, like it used to be. We at least owe it some of it's former glory.

So, before you type that '2' instead of 'to', before you shorten words to insanely unreadable cods- wallop. Ask yourself:
Would my grandma/granddad/resident old person understand this?

If the answer is no then retype, rethink, rephrase. Do something to make it easier to read, easier to understand. I can guarantee people will listen to you a lot more, simply because they understand you a bit better.

If you made it this far, I thank you sincerely and if you didn't well you're not reading any more so it doesn't matter!!

Goodbye!

Sunday, 2 September 2007

Back To Basics.

So, I start college on Wednesday 5th September. Marginally daunting but at the same time ultra exciting. New people, new subjects, new scenery to observe while not listening in class. What could be better about starting again? Apart from not really knowing anyone and even that can be turned into a positive. There's so many people I'm bound to find someone about 10 gazillion times cooler than some of the deadbeats I left behind. (No offence to some, but lots to others.)

The more I think about it, the more excited I get and less anxious. I suppose that's quite a good thing.

On the downside I've really damaged my thumb. Okay, the phrase 'really damaged' is maybe a bit of an over exaggeration BUT I have damaged it in a very painful way. And I'm sure you want to know all about it, so I'll tell.
It was a bleak Saturday and I was out shopping with a very good friend. When alas! My nail broke. Well, not broke but ripped a little bit. I absent-mindedly just ripped it off, not really being one to scream about such petty things. Except when I ripped it off I was too late in realising that it was broken quite low. Agony then ripped through my thumb as I tore the skin on the top of it. It was painful. To be honest, it didn't bleed very much but you could see the raw skin under the nail and it was just horrible. Needless to say now it hurts very much to press my Shift key but I am a soldier and I will soldier on. I now just have a bloody stump. Joy.

On the plus side...Yes! Good news! It's my 17th birthday on the 9th September. I will be entering the age of not being able to do anything remotely new, except learning how to drive, and I expect I won't be very good at that either. Which reminds me, I have to send off for my provisional! Oh, how organised I am.

I'll also spread the joy at my trip to America. It was an experience at the least. I went with just my parents and oh how they grated on my already frayed nerves. It was a close call with my Father when he made the mistake of annoying me while I was very lethally armed with chopsticks. He survived the event, somewhat traumatised, but he managed it. He's a trooper, like me. We do have photographic evidence of the event but I'm sure you don't want my double chin inflicted on your innocent eyes so I'll leave that.

We saw a lot of good sites in America. A man in San Francisco wearing a skirt and listening to a tape on cassette. (The skirt was very flattering though.) I also saw the Bay Bridge, the Golden Gate Bridge and Alcatraz. All from afar apart from the Bay Bridge, which we drove over. We also went to the lovely village of Hemet in where my great aunt lives. It was there I discovered my love of Crystal Light and also Hot Topic. Good times, good times. We visited Las Vegas for four very long days. The highlight was winning a lot of cuddly toys and going to the Grand Canyon. It is really a very grand place. We got there by bus, small plane and helicopter. It was truly amazing, the whole day was. Apart from the guy behind me on the small plane back to the bus place who chucked up his guts. It wasn't pretty. We also briefly stayed in Santa Monica, it was all very good. I was very glad to return to my creature comforts and jet lag, of course.

And that brings me to the end of this update. No doubt I will provide you with a lengthy one about my first day of college and how fantastic it is.

Take care my friends,
Au revior!


Saturday, 11 August 2007

Through running brings clarity

So, I went to the gym today. Big deal for me guys, a round of applause is expected. There is a point to this post so keep reading.

I learnt 3 things:

1) I have abdominal muscles, that I'm capable of using. And when I use them they can hurt
2)
I am schizophrenic when I run. Part of me screams: "For God's sake stop, you are going to die!" and then the other part of me shouts: "There's only 20 seconds left. You're bloody weak if you
can't do 20 more seconds!" And as tempting as it is to stop, I never can.
3) The young Elvis Presley rem
inds me of Gerard Way. There was a program on about him on one of the TV's in the gym and the way he is on stage reminds me of the way Mr.Way conducts himself on stage. Two words: Spaghetti.Legs.

And just to prove my point, or not as the case may be:

Gerard Way...Elvis Presley.

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See. Almost exact!
And the effect both men have/had on women. Well, enough said.

I do not, however, wish Gerard to become overweight and take drugs and stuff. But you get the drift. That man was a God in his hay-day!

Well, my ramblings must come to a close now. But in the words of Arnie Schwarzenegger. I'll be back.