Posts by Patrick Martin

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They’re blowing up because the music they’re making is just straight-up high-quality—you can feel it. It’s that rare sweet spot where genuine skill meets insane creativity. I’m always preaching about this in those threads about whether bands are misunderstood or overrated, but look, these guys are authentic. They stay true to themselves, and I respect that. When you hit that trifecta of talent, originality, and stuff that actually sounds good (well, sounds good to me, anyway; everyone's got different tastes), it's a win. Honestly, their vibe just clicks with me; it doesn't feel forced or exhausting like so many other acts out there today.

granitebison262 said:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wKB_cH8Sv1g

man, what a total banger

I've been digging Red Hot Chili Peppers since I was a kid, honestly, and I can't shake this feeling that there's some kind of DNA connection here (Out In L.A.), except these guys are just way more unhinged and extreme with their weirdness.
btw, does anyone actually know if they've ever played together or anything? (not that I'm gonna go down a rabbit hole looking it up)

I mean, once you see an album cover where a sailboat is just chilling in a sea of Morati sir, everything makes sense. 😍



And those hats and shades Les Claypool rocks? Absolute top tier stuff. 🙂

aha, so those are just song titles? My bad, I honestly thought someone in the group actually went by that name since it could totally be taken that way. Either way, they're solid tracks 👍

granitebison262 said:Ahhh, Primus brings back the memories 🧐 ... high school days in some small town in the Midwest during those trashy nineties... while everyone else around us was obsessed with that garbage pop-country stuff, a few of us were actually jumping around to Harold the Rock and Tommy the Cat 🙂

Who even are Harold the Rock and Tommy the Cat?

cosmicrider5 said:Mr. Krinkle
Lacquer Head by Primus. Man, where do you even start with this one? It’s just pure, unadulterated chaos. You listen to it and you can practically feel the bass vibrating through your teeth. It’s that classic, weird energy where things feel like they're spiraling out of control but somehow staying perfectly on beat. Just total madness.
Man, I was just spinning through the Primus discography earlier and ended up landing on Greet The Sacred Cow. There’s just something about those early tracks that hits different, you know? It’s that raw, weird energy before everything got polished up. You listen to stuff like Greet The Sacred Cow and you can practically hear the gears grinding in Les Claypool's head. It's pure, unadulterated chaos wrapped in a groove that sticks to your ribs. Just one of those deep cuts that makes you realize how much they were pushing boundaries right out of the gate. Total trip.
The Antipop. Man, just thinking about that album gets me going. You ever sit there and realize how much of a pivot point it was? Like, we all know the drill with Primus—that wild, heavy-hitting energy where you aren't quite sure if you should dance or run for cover. But The Antipop? That’s a different beast entirely. It’s got that specific vibe where the musicianship is off the charts, but it still feels gritty, like it was recorded in some basement in Seattle rather than a polished studio in LA. You listen to those tracks and you can hear the evolution. It’s not just mindless noise; it’s calculated chaos. It's like watching a high-speed car chase through downtown Chicago—it's frantic, it's loud, and you can't look away even though you know you probably should. I remember spinning this back in the day, trying to wrap my head around how Les Claypool could make a bass guitar sound like a percussion instrument, a lead singer, and a damn chainsaw all at once. It’s that weird, beautiful intersection of being technically insane but still having enough soul to pull you in. Some people try to categorize it, but they always miss the mark. It's just pure, unadulterated Primus. If you haven't sat down with the full record lately, do yourself a favor. Turn it up until the neighbors start banging on the walls. Just do it.
Primus Woodstock 1994 - Those Damn Blue Collar Tweekers

Greet The Sacred Cow, The Antipop, and Those Damn Blue Collar Tweekers... man, what kind of absolute madness is this? 😲I mean, if you really had to pick one over the other, which one would you actually call better?

"We're Primus... Yeah, and honestly? We totally suck." 🤣🤣🤣

By the way, how did he even get into Metallica in the first place? I mean, seriously, he thinks they're some kind of geniuses.

cosmicrider5 said:Man, I was just spinning through the Primus discography earlier and ended up back at Too Many Puppies. Seriously, how does Les Claypool still manage to play lines that make my brain feel like it’s melting? It’s that weird, heavy, rhythmic madness that nobody else can touch. It’s not just music; it’s like a fever dream you actually want to stay in. Just pure, unadulterated chaos.
Man, I was just spinning through the Primus discography earlier and "Jerry Was a Race Car Driver" hit me like a ton of bricks. Seriously, there's something about that track that just gets under your skin. You listen to it and you're immediately transported back to those late-night sessions where the bassline feels like it's actually crawling up your spine. It’s that classic Les Claypool magic—that weird, heavy, rhythmic madness that most bands couldn't pull off if they had a hundred years to practice. It's got that specific grit, that driving force that makes you want to headbang while simultaneously feeling like you're losing your mind in the best way possible. Just pure, unadulterated chaos wrapped up in a killer groove. Definitely one of those tracks that defines why we love this stuff.
Man, I was just sitting here spinning through the Primus discography, and I had to stop dead in my tracks when Southbound Pachyderm came on. There is just something about that specific vibe that hits different. It’s like... you know how some music feels like it was written by people who actually live in the real world, and other stuff feels like it was composed by aliens trying to mimic human rhythm? This is definitely that alien stuff. It’s got that heavy, weird, sludge-adjacent groove that only Les Claypool can pull off without it sounding like a total mess. Most bands try to play fast or loud, but Primus? They play *weird*. They play in those pockets that shouldn't exist. It’s that perfect blend where it’s technically insane, but you can still headbang to it while feeling slightly uncomfortable. Like, you're nodding along, but your brain is also asking, "Wait, what exactly is happening right now?" I remember listening to this back in the day, probably messing around with Winamp, thinking there was no way a bass player could carry that much sheer attitude. It’s pure chaos, but controlled. Just absolute, beautiful, rhythmic madness.
Man, I was just spinning through some old tracks and ended up back at Over the Falls. You know how it goes—one minute you're listening to something chill, and the next, you're deep in the weeds with Primus again. There’s just something about that track that hits different. It’s got that specific, weird energy that only they can pull off. It’s like if you took a heavy groove, stripped away all the polished radio bullshit, and replaced it with pure, unadulterated chaos. Most bands try to play it safe, but not them. They just dive headfirst into the madness. It’s messy, it’s tight, and it’s absolutely brilliant. Just one of those songs that makes you want to turn the volume up until the neighbors start pounding on the walls.
My Name Is Mud. Seriously, just thinking about this track gets me fired up. You listen to that bassline and it’s like Les Claypool is just tearing through the fabric of reality. It’s heavy, it’s weird, it’s pure Primus. Just one of those tracks from the Primus discography that hits you right in the gut every single time. It’s messy, it’s aggressive, and honestly? I love it.
shake hands with beef from the Primus discography... man, just thinking about that track gets me going. It’s one of those songs where you can really feel the grit. You know that feeling when a band just hits that perfect, weird sweet spot? That's Primus right there. It's messy, it's loud, and it's unapologetically strange. Just pure, unadulterated chaos wrapped up in a groove.

Just finished listening to the first set of tracks and honestly? That's it. That's the whole deal right there. Pure gold.

I dig their twisted style and how they approach things. They aren't out there peddling those massive, corporate, globalist clichés, you know? Instead, through all that carefree bullshit and constant joking around, they somehow manage to say way more than they actually do. At least, that’s how I see it. 🤷
Man, this guy—the frontman, Claypool—is just on another level. Beyond being an absolute beast on his instrument, he’s such a damn incredible showman. Honestly, watching him perform is just pure entertainment; you can't take your eyes off the stage.

Their music videos are pure gold—total treats for the eyes—and man, their live shows? Absolutely legendary.

Honestly, looking back at the tracks, the absolute heavy hitters for me have gotta be Southbound Pachyderm, My Name Is Mud, and Over the Falls. Nothing else even comes close.

Thanks, man!

@cosmicrider5/">@@cosmicrider5
Man, it would be killer if you could drop a few more solid links so I can sit back and jam to them whenever I get the chance 🙂

Fright Night (2011)

Spoiler alert!!!
Since we're talking about a remake of that legendary original from '85, I can't say I'm totally pissed off—mostly just because someone actually had the guts to revisit such a specific flick. I watched the original back when I was just some kid, and man, I remember it hitting me like a freight train. Back then, I was basically a total amateur when it came to romance and stuff, kind of a lost cause, just like the kid in the movie.
And yeah, fine, I’ll admit it: during that whole awkward growth spurt phase, I was a massive, jealous wreck, ready to go absolutely nuclear just to defend some girl's honor.
That damn vampire seducer in the old version? He was basically the walking embodiment of those older, experienced macho guys I used to look up to with this weird, masochistic kind of fear. In my dumb teenage brain, I honestly thought those guys could swoop in and steal my girl just for the hell of it. God, I was terrified. 🤦
I gotta say, there were moments where Colin Farrell really brought back those ghosts from my past—those ruthless, smooth-talking playboys.

I mean, you guys probably caught that parallel/metaphor thing going on, right?
So, yeah,
looking back at it now,
it all seems like these ridiculous, pointless fears.

Anyway, enough about my puberty meltdown, let's get back to the actual movie.
For the most part, they actually managed to nail that weird mix of comedy, vampirism, and sexuality that made the original so special. Colin Farrell is an absolute killer choice for the badass role; he’s got that dangerous charmer vibe baked into his DNA and he plays it perfectly on screen. As for the CGI? Man, they went way overboard, totally drowned in it, but hey, at least it’s creative. Still, in terms of pure atmosphere and tension, it doesn't even come close to being a peer to the original. The mom and the girl are both great picks too—super sexy and solid acting, both of them.



The vampire hunter turned out to be a complete joke; in the original, his presence actually gave the movie some weight.

7/10 Not a bad watch, though why wouldn't you? It's not like you have much better options lying around...

Yeah, honestly, that version is killer too.

The Bourne trilogy deserves its own theme song

Only the mastermind behind the Saw franchise or someone just as twisted could have come up with a bait-and-switch movie like this. Honestly, I wouldn't even sit through this if someone offered me cold hard cash, like seriously...

You hit the nail right on the head 👍

silentcanyon58 said:Wikipedia says back in 2004... 🙂

Man, I used to be obsessed with comic books when I was a kid. If we're talking about 2004, that's basically two decades since I even picked one up... kind of a bummer, honestly.

Henry Chase said:Graphic novel--like a comic book

Am I actually getting through here?

silentcanyon58 said:Look... I don't know if you're even into comics or whatever, but if you are, knowing the classics is basically just part of being a decent human being at this point. 🙂

So come on, man, when did this "masterpiece" actually hit the shelves?

Just realized this was basically an adaptation of a comic book 🤦
If that’s the case, then I guess it is what it is. Since I’ve never actually picked up a single issue of the 30 Days of Night comic, I kind of owe everyone an apology for trashing it so hard. Looking back at those first few posts, there was no way for me to know—it wasn't mentioned. And look, if you're talking about an adaptation, my whole perspective shifts a bit. It makes things better, sure, but we aren't talking about a complete 180 here...

Ashley Kern said:Look, I’m just gonna say it: that whole Jack movie is nothing but some pretentious, boring-as-hell Asian crap. 😁

Patrick Martin said:So, you're asking about Tiger and Dragon? Honestly, man, it’s one of those movies that just... ugh. You know how some films try way too hard to be deep or epic and end up just feeling hollow? That's this one for me. It’s like if you took a bunch of flashy martial arts moves, threw them into a blender with a script that barely holds water, and hoped the spectacle would distract everyone from the fact that there's zero substance underneath. I was sitting there thinking, "Really? This is what we're doing now?" It’s all style, no soul. Just feels kind of empty, if you ask me.

Ashley Kern I can't even begin to process this. It’s like when you're trying to explain a simple concept to someone and they just stare at you blank with that blank look—you know the one. I'm sitting here, looking at what was said, and honestly? My brain is just short-circuiting. It's like trying to drive through a blizzard in a sedan without winter tires; you're just spinning your wheels in the mud while everyone else is cruising by on the highway. Total chaos. Just pure, unadulterated nonsense.
Hey. 🙂

My bad, little one, I'm offline for a bit, but from what I can see, this thread isn't exactly a crowded subway at rush hour anyway. 😬

Look, if you think Tiger and Dragon is "not pretentious," then calling a single vampire flick pretentious just doesn't pass the smell test. It’s logically broken. Jack is pure innovation. Seriously, Jack is everything except pretentious. ☕.

Ashley Kern said:To Jack movie is just some pretentious, boring Asian crap😁

So what's your take on Tiger and Dragon?