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Sweet, I was trying to fix the site and I end up losing this whole post, and I forget what I wrote so for now the review= “These guys are pretty darn good, listen to their music, and support them monetarily if you think they deserve it.”
Yeesh…
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When I heard this song on Rock Sick I had to have it. Sparta Locals are a very well known band in Japanese indieish circles but somehow I never gave them a chance, filing them away in the “all sound the same” category. If I had heard this song first it would have been a different story altogether.
This song can stand alone completely on its own merit, and the chorus can stand alone in the song, and the vocals stand at the heart of it all. This is the kind of feeling that got me into genres ending in “core” in my youth. It’s powerful and forceful in the way that you can feel him pushing sound out with every muscle in his body; every cell is strained to the limit. It’s that utterness that inspires. At times it sounds like he’s putting parts of his life into it, condensing memories, and emotions, and breathing, and aching all at once, wrapping them around simple words, (i’m a lion) and heaving them with all his might into the atmosphere.
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Hey, I need your help with testing this new streaming mp3 player I made. It seems to work fine for me, but we all know that’s never the end of it. If you would be so kind as to try it out and let me know if everything works for you: fast forward, rewind, volume, pause/play, and the draggable playhead, (which should appear when the song is fully loaded) I would appreciate it greatly! If something doesn’t work or doesn’t work correctly, please leave a comment about it!
This is Dhal, the current band of Downy’s Aoki Robin. I’m not sure why it has taken me so long to post a song of theirs, but I’m using it to christen the new streaming player. I used this song to test during the course of creating, coding, and debugging the mp3 player; so I have listened to different bits of it probably thousands of times in the past 24 hours. So the fact that I’m not sick of it by now is saying something indeed.
I’ve become a bit desensitized to it by now, but It still feels like the song is being played, or listened to, in a vacuum. Probably the vacuum of space. It’s the kind of dark where you see blackness everywhere, except for the light of interplanetary eclipses and their reflections.
A little while ago Mictian mentioned a Dhal Fansite which has some more information on the band.
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Myspace hath opened its scaly arms and yielded unto me this surprise discovery. I don’t think I have ever heard a song be more carefree and agonizing at the same time. That barely even makes sense… It’s like skipping along the beach while breathing fire, head swinging to and fro. And maybe baby meteors are landing out in the waves on certain beats, causing bursts of water and steam that act as punctuation to a vividly tumultuous mood.
They have another song on their website, it’s pretty much a polar opposite of this one, smooth and relaxing, but as far as I know there’s nothing available on cd yet. It will be interesting to see where these guys go in the future.
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Even before seeing the CD cover I associated this song with flying a jet plane. Maybe it’s because I’ve been playing Space Cowboy during downtime at work recently, but I can really hear this song blaring from the cockpit of an aircraft driven at breakneck speeds by an enraptured 13 year old with reckless abandon. His head doesn’t even reach above the console so all he can do is look straight up at clouds blasting by, and open it up.
Aside from that, I love the title of the song. I think most people would say that the opposite of love is hate, but if anything I think it’s indifference. Hate is often just passion misplaced, misunderstood, or injured. You have to really care about something to love or hate it; it has to matter. Sometimes we mistake one for the other, and sometimes we vacillate between them. Life is a love/hate relationship; maybe the important thing is just to feel.
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I imagine this song as a dark-haired girl, sort of shy and unassuming. She’s at a point in her life where she’s going to clubs to be alone. She’ll linger in a dim corner and try with all her might to absorb some kind of meaning from the tide of feelings and perceptions that make up her reality. If you catch a glimpse of her, she’ll be looking straight through you. Some faces bid, “come hither” but hers says, “do you see?“
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