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*USER DISCRETION ADVISED* 13 Scariest Albums of All Time
The 13 Scariest Albums of All Time
http://www.miamakila.com/art/2007/la...ddyssecret.jpg Hello MB, I promise to make this as clear as possible. 1. Do not expect any Black Metal on the list. Or any Hot Topic representatives. 2. These albums will be posted sporadically. The reviews will be of good length, and I've attempted to write them in contrasting styles for your enjoyment. Accompanying them will be a 13 stanza poem for the general atmosphere. 3. The advisory above is not a joke, if you're not comfortable with music that may be of highly disturbing nature and audio, do not delve. You will only suceed in being offended, or being toted off to the rubber room. The music contained here may contain themes of nazism, death, rape, murder, torture, madness, and worse yet. I'll give links to those who request it, but don't be disappointed if you don't get a pm for awhile. Alot of this **** was very hard to find, so there will be a line. If you find the fabric of your sanity crumbling in sheer terror, it would be well advised to repeat the following and take deep breaths. It is only an album. Only an album. Only an album. #13 will be posted tomorrow. Please keep close behind me, the road ahead is very long, and very, very dark. Due to swine flu and conflicting projects, I will not meet my original deadline. I will finish this thread soon. |
There better not be Marilyn Manson.... can't stand that fucking guy, even if he is scary
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I'm excited.
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I'm so excited!
What a good idea. |
I will be keeping my eye on this thread. :thumb:
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You only have one?
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This is going to be awesome. =D
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I'm down for this.
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I'm excited. :thumb: Or should I be scared? :eek: |
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I spy with my little eye....another classic thread in the making! :D
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Yup, looks interesting and good timing with halloween coming up and, most likely, horror will be the theme for the next bi-monthlly judging by the votes. :)
So what's #13 already? |
Sounds a great idea. Will await the first entry.
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Bring it on!
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Pretty interested, I'll be watching this.
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good to hear about the black metal, its not very scary
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Great idea, I'm really intrigued and can't wait to see this take off! Really want to see this end of this thing. =) |
You'd better unveil number 1 on the 30th.
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If I know TL, this will take him longer than a month
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Except I really probably do/ |
Hm.. this will be very interesting. Black metal isn't really scary at all! Of course you wouldn't post that. Well maybe for old christian folk who don't know what it is. Which I've used to my advantage down in Florida where I played this track for my 60 year old extremely conservative aunt Sharon.
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Speaking of black metal...
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That is a classic. Although there are real bands that are so crazy it's almost laughable.. as if they really are just screaming
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#13 http://bp1.blogger.com/_cvZRpnpzzaw/...ONSOV-full.jpg Sleep Chamber - Sonorous Invokations ov Brian Jones Vol. 1 John Zweizz is definately one for strange and/or silly ideas for projects, and this one is no exception. Conceived around the 96' or so, Zweizz got together with his buddies and decided to play the scooby-doo tribute gimmick. Who for you might ask? None other than Brian Jones, long dead and tooting in some subterranean woodshop project. The basic idea was to stay in Zweiss's house with candles burning, the shades pulled back, and improvising the **** out of the recording in hopes of invoking Jones with their trippy ouija bull****. Or perhaps not. The recording commenced, and for a week and a half straight the sordid group did toil and sweat up their unshaven brows. One drone coaxing over a sampling along with some fanciful strum, not unlike something you'd expect a grinning satyr to play. But even as they made progress, there seemed to be always some strange **** to happen unexpectantly. Three times, Sleep Chamber member Andrew Woolf would wake up and check the previous day's work session, and three times he would find tracks missing from the recording, not removed, just gone. As if they had never been recorded at all. Mr. Woolf would find this very unsettling much later, when reading an article about Jones, he found out the artist would spend late nights madly recording and erasing large numbers of sessions he thought mediocre. The music is varied, sometimes building constantly without a drop to the downhill slope, othertimes feeling like some greasy 80's slasher flick just crawled through a bloodied thicket. It is the aural equivalent to meditating in the sewer. And for some it is quite the joy, and as such it sits quite well at the gate, watching Dante slowly exit the Dark Wood of Error and precede to travel into the pits of the damned. It is time again, Dying sunlight, birthing night It is time again, Frigid womb, dried leaves and mold It is time, oh yes Dirt cold and livid, worms pumping like veins Clawing, tearing from mother's cold womb It is our time, it is now We have waited, we have hungered Cracked, broken, and rotting And now we have found our legs |
This album sounds very intriguing, I can't wait to check it out. Most excellent, Terrible Lizard, most excellent.
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The ghost of Brian Jones? Awesome :D
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Sounds good (link?) - and where the **** is #12? |
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back to the list... if the other entries are going to be as obscure/absent from youtube maybe a summary compilation at the end wouldn't go amiss? :p: |
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Personally I think they are pretentious as **** when ti comes to their beliefs and they just try to sound smart. I read one of their rare interviews and it seemed like they had no clue what they were talking about.
I like them a lot because there Satanism is actually honest and it comes out in their music. |
Good thread
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C'mon man get cracking with this, i'm intrigued.
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im not the one for weird and creepy stuff but im really exicted to see what else your making
#13 was pretty cool and i cant wait for another one! :clap: |
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#12 Comus - First Utterance The campfire takes a violet hue tonight, the crackling of the sparse wood snickering into the blearing silence. A traveller holds his hands over the strange fire, his eyes bulge with intent whiteness, whatever he sees terrifies him. Breathing heavily, he sits and pulls his knees close. The trees start to laugh behind him. 1. Diana Man rakes his nails upon the ashen stone of his birth, the bull, the cockatrice, the snarling dragon. In the moonlit night, when the cave-dweller takes to watching the forest. The night moans with phantom gusts, blowing over in such a way to cause the man to shake. He bites his lip and looks to the woods, the black woods cover the land ahead in a lumpy cloak-suddenly he notices something strange in the distance, a fiery wyrm weaving and scaling the thick woodlands. He hears the faint barking of wild-dogs. As he watches the party's flames dance in the underbrush, drawing in closer and closer. Eventually they come to a pocket in the forest, where a few broken boulders stand awkwardly in the ground. Under the moon curving smile, a girl runs across the rocky space. The Man cannot comprehend what he is seeing, the girls form is supple and thin, yet her legs are curled muscle, she bounds as stags in the heat of flight. He skin paler than any he has ever seen, her hair flickers like the torches chasing her. She's nearly escaped into the woods again, then for a moment she turns and looks up. The Man stares into the maiden's eyes. He doesn't notice the burning in his mind, only the pull in his legs, and the maddening desire to touch and bite. He yells and runs down the hill to catch her. 2. The Herald Praise to the mortals, to never know who calls them hither. 3. drip Drip I have loved only once. In my youth I never felt the desires of other men, whilst they chased the wool skirts I carved and sang the old songs they forgot. I stayed in the forest, memorized the ivy crags, the trees with the brittle bark, the fields alive with the sun's sparkling honey. I eventually built a house there, I did not care for other people. Years passed, my life in the woods had made my hands calloused claws, and I never wore boots anymore. I began to notice a girl by the stream I visited once a month to bathe. She would fill her bucket and then depart, singing the whole time. I had never heard anything more beautiful, I remembered the songs from my childhood. They weren't songs I particularly liked, all about the Nazarene and such. . . I only cared for the virgin mouth they skipped from, yes I felt in me something I thought dead since the moment my mother pushed me from the primordial syrup. I decided to take her the next week. 4. Song to Comus Dance until death, laugh until strangled, love until disembowled. The trees screamed over the traveller's horrid bellowing as he ran from the campsite. More Soon |
Maybe this will be finished by this coming Halloween.
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