GHOST
Opus Eponymous
I love my friends, I really really do. But some of them are fucking assholes. Case in point. This record. I fucking love this record. I'm listening to it as I write this "review". Ive tried introducing this piece of awesome to many friends in different circles. One of my favorites was on the road after a night of partying after we played a show. I was pumped on the record, and thought my friends would share in its sheer metal sincerity of pure rock and cheese. The lyrics are all about Satan and doing biddings for him. But its sooooo poppy. Its as if Blue Oyster Cult had it out with King Diamond, with some Priest influence in there. 30 seconds into putting it on, I was heckled of my lack in musical taste and why would have I ever thought said friends would love this record. I changed the Ipod quickly for the whining to the right and back of me was a little too much for my hangover to try to comprehend. Fine I don't know anything about music. I'll live with that.
So fast forward 5 months, back in the van on the way to a show. We arrive at the club and like, as soon as we get through the frickin door, this album comes on. So stoked! Oh but what of my friends who hated this record just a few months ago? This time they are actually listening to it, kinda diggin it. I went up to them and explained that this was Ghost, and they all said "from Japan?". Sure I said sarcastically. No, these guys are from some place in Europe that doesn't have sunshine for about 2 months a year. Should explain their look. But then I began to explain the experience mentioned above. They had no recollection of hearing this record. Maybe it was the stereo quality, or the fact that our hangovers were so raging. But I explained how for 30 seconds of their melched out minds that I had tried to get them into this band. Now they weren't terribly into it, but they didn't whine either. I think they began to understand what I was trying to have them pick up on, and this time it was registering. So where do i go from here? I feel good. I win. Kiss my ass. Stuff like that.
On on less bitter note, I have met one man who loves this record as much as I. Matt Casteel and Tony Plichta's wedding will be on the Ides of March, 2012. Dustin Gingrow will be the master of ceremonies. And yes, it is a Ghost themed wedding. Bring offerings.
So fast forward 5 months, back in the van on the way to a show. We arrive at the club and like, as soon as we get through the frickin door, this album comes on. So stoked! Oh but what of my friends who hated this record just a few months ago? This time they are actually listening to it, kinda diggin it. I went up to them and explained that this was Ghost, and they all said "from Japan?". Sure I said sarcastically. No, these guys are from some place in Europe that doesn't have sunshine for about 2 months a year. Should explain their look. But then I began to explain the experience mentioned above. They had no recollection of hearing this record. Maybe it was the stereo quality, or the fact that our hangovers were so raging. But I explained how for 30 seconds of their melched out minds that I had tried to get them into this band. Now they weren't terribly into it, but they didn't whine either. I think they began to understand what I was trying to have them pick up on, and this time it was registering. So where do i go from here? I feel good. I win. Kiss my ass. Stuff like that.
On on less bitter note, I have met one man who loves this record as much as I. Matt Casteel and Tony Plichta's wedding will be on the Ides of March, 2012. Dustin Gingrow will be the master of ceremonies. And yes, it is a Ghost themed wedding. Bring offerings.