Adventure Rocket Ship

[ Antipeel because he was of the opinion that you shouldn't try to analyse why you like a record. ]
[ Note that I am probably talking complete shite here. ]

For the first time in for-fucking-ever I was subjected to a lot of MeTaL through a decent PA at the weekend. Thus, unlike all previous occasions, I could actually hear what was going on, and since I was the far side of a welcome pint of 6X I was really quite pleased with the entire experience and began to wonder what it was about certain tracks over others that I preferred. I still have no particular idea, and I have a set of (entirely subjective) observations and more questions than I started out with.

The first thing I thought was that the massive headrush and idiot grin that is a feature upon hearing some massive filter-swept eurotrance belter kicking an arpeggiator to death (I don't know, something like the Spicelab mix of Thunderdome) is missing from my MeTaL experience. Perhaps that is just me? I don't know.

Obviously it seemed a bit one-dimensional to assume that rush is missing for everyone, although I guess it's a possibility that the rush is just a memory of, er, alleged ceremonial chemicals.

This started me wondering if there were any MeTaL(ish) records that would have a similar effect. There are: 'Whole lot of Rosie' & 'I want everything' spring to mind. Massive guitar riffs that spend most of their time nailed to the beat rather than having it all widdle. And a big handful of phaser. (I think 'Let's go crazy' also fits in to this, but I have no way of checking and have to go by memory.)

So I guess the main question is what the bloody hell am I talking about?

I would also mention that one track came off like Tack>>head having it proper dubstep (not the bloody Skrillex version) and sounded bloody marvellous. Lord alone knows what it was, mind. Not even slightly INDUSTRAIL(tm) thankfully.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/i/b018fljy/

The narrator's a bit um, yes, well and one can't help wondering what the programme might have been like were it narrated by someone who discovered Peel in oh, I don't know, 1982, but there we are.

On the internet wireless right now: Tom Ravenscroft playing records at the wrong speed.

:D

Warmed up Mopar ironmongery + Ver Crue + bad behaviour = Reminded of miss_soap for no obvious reason.

One should be able to travel anonymously.

Anyway. A couple of hundred miles, coffee, Kraftwerk up loud and not blinking between the Reading and Hungerford junctions on the way back.

That was fun. I usually come away from driving a quivering heap, unfit for human company. I don't know what's changed.

Neither do I know who brewed the vegan fruit cake/loaf. Very fine indeed. Want more pie.

In between going out and meeting splendid people, I've been watching parts of 'The Mayfair Set', a documentary by Adam Curtis. It's utterly marvellous stuff that fills in all sorts of odd blanks tangentially referred to in PE from time to time.

It struck me on the way back that visiting grandfather's farm, where there was mud, tractors and swearing, was the most fun I could imagine having when I was eight or ten. I'm not sure if that's good or bad. It was the meringues that reminded me. (Tangentially, again.)

[Grams: Peelie from 2002, provided by the Outer Usenet]