Morbidly Depressed

Another day of this? I can't seem to shake it. The problem is that it is ruining my ability to come up with suitable streams of bilous invective for my current project. All my thoughts are muddled and come out introspective, which ruins my favoured perspective as simple observer. Bullshit is what. I've been gobbling a gramme of GABA at night to help offset, but it is only really dulling the shine off it. The most frustrating part is the fact that the depression is keeping me from becoming angry and it is quite sobering. Much like Ren Höek, I love being angry.

And, pulling these two subject matters together, I'd like to put down a few words about Slow Horse's second album. I've had it for a while and never really given it a proper listen. Then, as if by some sort of unseen hand's influence, I have become obsessed with it for the last five days. I've listened to it perhaps fifteen times in that span. I have to say that it is one of the best of the genre, whether you call it "doom", "stoner rock" or just "metal". Nice and slow, but still riff-based. Crushingly heavy because of the combined effect of musical atmosphere and lyrical content. Not heavy like funeral doom or drone or sludge, but a good solid Black Sabbath or Sleep kind of heavy -- at times it reminds me a lot of Buffalo's Volcanic Rock too. The lyrical content is suitably depressed, but in an angry and bitter style -- not at all weepy like My Dying Bride or shit like that. I'll probably be listening to it today as well. I've been looking for the first Slow Horse album and can only find ridiculously-priced used copies of it. If anyone out there would care to toss me a link, I would be eternally grateful.

It is bright and sunny today here in wonderful Huntington, WV USA. I'm going to carry my camera to work.

Be seeing you.