n. the inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like—as if all your social tastebuds suddenly went numb, leaving you unable to distinguish cheap politeness from the taste of genuine affection, unable to recognize its rich and ambiguous flavors, its long and delicate maturation, or the simple fact that each tasting is double-blind.
Holy fuking mother of all things small and mighty, I have never heard a harder, more insane mix, of skull rattling tunes weaved into a tapestry of awesomeness until today. The only proper way to enjoy this mix is with some hard hitting bass. Turn that low end up all the way and give Zeds Dead some major fuking props.
Put aside 11 hours and find a comfortable place, because these 11 albums will just suck you in and not let you go. No fillers, just song after song of musical blisss. Rest that skip button finger and enjoy the ride!
The Mars Volta – De-Loused in the Comatorium
When I turn off the lights in the basement
When I made it through four yellow lights in a row