Mark Cruz15 said:It’s just a different kind of art—I don't really stick to one genre. Even if extreme metal is basically the only thing actually breaking boundaries lately, I still keep an ear out for everything else.
So, which country singers do you think are totally unlistenable?
Mark Cruz15 said:The vocals are actually pretty melodic—definitely listenable. Plus, if you know the story behind the lyrics, they’re pretty depressing.
Yeah, totally forgot how melodic Cannibal Corpse can be.😁
Sam Martinez9 said:I honestly don't understand why those of you working for private companies aren't asking for raises. I assume you're valued employees, especially given the labor shortage we're seeing across America right now—so why not demand higher pay? If an employer isn't proactively offering more, you really ought to be the one bringing it up.
Maybe there are no raises because sales took a hit?
February 2017—just walking along the Mississippi River levee during those steep evenings, with The Great Gatsby on obsessive repeat in my headphones. It was the last, forever missed, chance for Kanye West to drop that ethereal Coachella vibe onto X.
Ausch, what an album—those guitars are unreal. It’s basically just a masterclass in riffs and chords meant for a Guitar Player living in a perfect world.
One year Twenty years Forty years Fifty years Down the road in your life You'll look in the mirror And say, "My parents are still alive."
Sandwiched right between two of Smith's absolute masterpieces—even though he didn't actually write the one linked below—is that classic indie-rock staple from City Sons, still sounding just as fresh as back in '96.
Mark Kozelek. Total prick. Just a guy who can't handle women hitting their 20s—real grumpy bastard. But then again... can someone actually this awful manage to record something so lucid and beautiful? It honestly hurts when an artist you used to love just goes off the rails through sheer creative and personal self-sabotage. It really does.
Linkin Park is basically the king of anachronisms—I mean, dropping a link to Heaven nowadays feels like getting your official ticket into adulthood, if you catch my drift. Unless, of course, we’re talking about those forgotten values: