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With a Yo Ho Ho and a Really Sweet Bass Riff

Posted by Teapot Army on July 30, 2008

So I don’t know how many of you get your musical suggestions. Some people get theirs from friends, others by following such programs as Pandora or the suggestion box of Amazon.com, others just take a wild stab in the dark and buy (or download, let’s be honest here) whatever strikes their fancy. As for me, I usually stick with the things I’ve been listening to for awhile or overhear in a friend’s car or something similar. But one thing I’ve also tried out a few times is by asking random people on the internet.

Now this always meets with the most random results you’ll ever see, which makes it all the more fun for me. Sure you get a lot of shit in the process, from the guy who will admit he doesn’t like a band because “it’s not emo enough” to the guy who suggests a CD about the delicacies of devouring babies in the elegant usage of screams, grunts and death squeals. But you also come across bands you’d never even think of checking out otherwise.

Now I’m sure those of you who follow the Metal scene probably have already heard about this, but for those of you who like me, appreciate Metal but don’t track its movements like a hobo following a drunken tourist, you may be just as shocked as me.

Pirate. Metal.

That’s right, guys, pirate-motherfucking-metal. Let’s be honest and cynical as hell, because as people of the internet we can allow ourselves that. Now, Pirate Metal, allowing ourselves to our honest cynicism, sounds like the stupidest idea ever. But the reality, my friends? It’s like getting really stoned, watching Pirates of the Caribbean, only Johnny Depp also has a really bitching guitar. One person I know referred to it as “badass, but hilariously so” and jesus-tapdancing-christ that’s the perfect way to describe it.

Now while I haven’t fully immersed myself in this rather amusing genre of Metal, I have managed to snag myself a copy of Captain Morgan’s Revenge by (the appropriately named) Alestorm. I’m constantly surprised by finding how much I’m really getting into it. It covers such things as a crew mutinying and being cursed by their Captain before he dies, terror on the high seas, and to more amusing topics such as a man named as the Pintmaster who fights with a flagon of ale and is undefeatable to a song called “Wenches and Meat” which, knowing me, will most likely be the thing I sing next time I’m drunk in a bar with people who are similar to me in the fact that they will remember nothing of it in the morning.

Of course, those sad pitiful bastards that like neither Pirates nor Metal will naturally not like this either. Also, while I find the genre to be amazing and hilariously badass as aforementioned, I can also see how the novelty can wear off mighty quick. Nonetheless, if you feel like a quick laugh and something that is most definitely interesting as hell to listen to, pick up a stein of your favorite beer, drink up and slip in some Alehouse. If by the second or third drink you don’t find you and your friend swaying in unison and mumbling the lyrics under your breaths, then you’re obviously nothing but a sorry landlubber.

I have to say though, this does make me wonder about other types of Metal. I’ve heard of Power Metal, Speed Metal, Prog Metal, Symphonic Metal, Death Metal and many others, yet for some reason this genre keeps on throwing sub-genre after sub-genre at me. Each one has certain similarities but also brings something new to the table and Pirate Metal is merely my most recent discovery. I think out of curiosity if nothing more, I’ll start typing random words before Metal and seeing what pops up. “Boob Metal” perhaps. Or “Super Totally Awesome Metal”. But know this, oh readers, if I don’t return to rant on another day that’s only because I’ve found the one type of Metal that by its mere name alone will make all other subgenres of Metal completely obsolete.

That’s right. Ninja Metal.

~ Guest Article written by Agent 22

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Loving You Is Like Stabbing Myself In the Eye – And Liking It

Posted by Teapot Army on June 26, 2008

So, I’m going to share a deep dark secret of mine that not even most of my friends know – I have terrible taste in music. By terrible taste in music, I mean that I will listen to just about anything and still enjoy it. Well, minus hardcore metal and old country, but that’s an entirely different subject.

I live in a city where just about every other person on the street is into “indie” and obscure bands that have played one show in a cave somewhere, but who are still “genius”. In truth, my problem is that I’m lazy and I don’t feel like going to seek out spectacular music. I love music, and I really couldn’t live without it, but I’m the type that’s willing to settle. I’m ok with liking a band that people know the name of. It’s cool. This doesn’t actually stop me from carefully shielding my ipod screen on the bus though.

But one genre of music that I feel particularly guilty about – guilty enough to hide it from my family and friends – has to be that expansive arena called … The Love Song. Yep, love songs. Open Arms, I Will Always Love You, Kiss Me…all of it. Corny phrases like “…Your kisses are so wonderful/My love, you always will be…” and “Wise men say, ‘Only fools rush in’…But I can’t help falling in love with you…” do not bother me. In fact, I relish them.

But honestly, I’m starting to wonder a little bit about the future of the love song. Most of the songs in the last few years range just from lukewarm love to “Well, I sort of like you, I guess,” but there are some…that are just plain creepy. Masochism, soul stealing…well, let’s just go straight to the examples. (You know, the ones I picked and took out of context to support my point).

1. Ryan Cabrera – True

I won’t talk,
I won’t breath,
I won’t move till you finally see
that you belong with me.

So this song is on the milder side; there are no threats of death or violence. Rather, he’s basically just saying he’s going to throw a tantrum at you until you agree to date him. Look closely at the lyrics, and they read instead, “I’m going to give you the silent treatment and I’m going to HOLD MY BREATH until you agree to go out with me. Seriously, do you want to be responsible for having killed a man? Do you? What? Don’t believe me? Ok, here I go—“

Someone should tell him you can’t kill yourself by just holding your breath. Oh well.

2. Leona Lewis – Bleeding Love

Oh they find it hard to believe
I’ll be wearing these scars
For everyone to see

But I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love

Uh, ok. This was apparently the number one most requested song of the day today, which kind of confuses me. I’m not sure if I’m alone in this, but this sounds like the national anthem of domestic violence. In my mind, I see women sitting by the radio stroking their new bruises, smiling just a little bit. I see some guy out in the woods with a refrigerator full of bodies calling in, “Ah, hey thar, I wuz hopin to herr sumthin to git me an’a girls in tha raight kinda mood. Hows bout dat one song, bout the gir’ whos’a bleedin an’all dat?”

That last part might just be me. I saw The Strangers last weekend, remember.

3. Jesse McCartney – Beautiful Soul

I don’t want another pretty face,
I don’t want just anyone to hold,
I don’t want my love to go to waste,
I want you and your beautiful soul.
You’re the one I want to chase,
you’re the one I want to hold.
I won’t let another minute go to waste,
I want you and your beautiful soul.

Now, I’m not really sure what your first thoughts were upon actually reading those lyrics, but here were mine:

Can you say C-R-E-E-P-Y?

The first song’s lyrics just come off as kind of desperate and sad, but the second one…you…want my beautiful soul? Wait, what?

I’m not sure about you guys, but I’m pretty sure the only times I’d be willing to give up my soul to anyone would be to save myself from eternal damnation in hell for skipping out on the tip at that one restaurant, or possibly to the ice cream truck guy if it’s a really hot day, and really only if there aren’t any ATMs around.

4. Finger Eleven – Paralyzer

I hold on so nervously
To me and my drink
I wish it was cooling me
But so far, has not been good
It’s been shitty
And I feel awkward, as I should
This club has got to be
The most pretentious thing
Since I thought you and me
Well I am imagining
A dark lit place
Or your place or my place

Ok, so I realize this isn’t a love song, but it’s close enough. I’m including it because the lyrics fucking piss me off. If you hate the place, don’t GO THERE DIPSHIT.

I’m not sure I like where our love songs are heading, honestly. It seems like almost all of the songs I see on tv lately have to do with breaking up, and moving on, or some sort of yearning, one sided and unrequited love song. And then there’s that whole other genre of bitches and hos, but I’m not going to count those as love songs. You can’t make me.

I don’t know, I guess what I’m wondering is: Is this reflecting on changes in our own culture? Are we becoming more desperate? Sad? Cold? More idealistic? Less idealistic? More importantly, is this a bad reflection on ME, as a member of this generation?

Our generation is so focused on instant gratification, people get divorces and break up and have huge fights at the drop of a hat. In addition to that, we have on the other side the lonely and completely hopeless idiots that love the idea of love so much, they can’t get it together enough to actually do anything about it other than pine away in the depths of their room, only to post those god damn “Nice Guys Finish Last” articles and poems when they get rejected. I guess I just can’t understand the appeal of these songs for anyone other than people who have recently been rejected, or had their heart broken in some way.

I think there’s a good chance I’m just getting irritated because I hate Jesse McCartney, but I could be wrong. I can tell that I’m going to have to listen to some music to blow off all this steam.

…God dammit, ok, maybe not.

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