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The sound of muzak

When I listen to music , there's something going on back off my head figuring out what kind of music is this. Is it rock or hard rock? Maybe it's heavy metal or just Jon bon Jovi stuff, you know 'bed of roses' and you think you would probably sing it on your engagement day.
Nonetheless listening to music gives you either that super power of singing James blunt before your fiancée or just being one of the four horsemen, raising hell, waking up on wrong side of the bed.
Pink Floyd favoured hundreds of thousands hallucinating folks, brought them back to life or they didn't , did they?Metallica gave birth to 'metalheads' or t-shirts?
The battle between Metallica and megadeth seems to continue forever in YouTube comments.

All these are fun even if you are not a rock back fan.

Each and every artist have their own style and each of these bands have their own ways of telling stories even if it was bringing revolution being trannies!?

Now people categorised some kind of music which came out in mostly 80s and 90s as evil or satanic.
And while I try to listen to this 'new kind of shit', I won't say it's quite soothing to your ears.And the worse part of it, I can't understand what the lyrics is or what does it mean or is there a song at all. So it's dark, evil, suicidal and what not. However those dudes in corpse paint and everything looks cool. I wonder what their mums would be thinking!! And if you have missed out on their songs or noise whatever you feel like calling, you can't miss their incredible stories. I mean, Mayhem band's late vocals popularly known as 'Dead' who slit his wrists and neck thought he was not a human and all this was just a dream; duh!

Never ever before in my life until this day I am shocked listening to something that I came across YouTube and all this writing has started suddenly!

To be continued....(if I remember)



Comments

chayan said…
Will eagerly wait for part 2
SUTIRTHA said…
Time to switch to Instrumentals Sire!!! Put your own words to the melodies!!!

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