Excellent picks, for 2 bands I could do without ever hearing again.
20th century relics that should remain historical, archived and ignored.
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D.o.S. wrote:lordgalvar wrote:The Eagles are terrible. As are the Eagles of Death Metal.
ALLisNOISE wrote:you can dial in some wonderfully smeared 12bit cascades of cicadas leveling a hail of rockets against an army of rusty box fans!
Blackened Soul wrote:goroth wrote:What is the Eagles?
I'm ignoring the fact that the simile is fundamentally flawed given that Slayer never have and never will play death metal.
I've listened to lots of Slayer. I get what they are. But the only Eagles tune I know of is Hotel California. I think. I probably know other tunes. I dunno. I guess, due to the syntax, that the simile about Slayer was created for someone who knew a lot about the Eagles. Or at least, enough. But what about the other way round? For someone who knows nothing about the Eagles? They are the Slayer of what? Dad rock? But aren't AC/DC the Slayer of Dad Rock? Blues rock? But isn't that ZZ top? Shitty ballads? Michael Bolton? No?
And is being the Slayer of anything good? I mean, I love Slayer, but after Decade of Aggression they sucked progressively harder, and their live shows are so boring I'd rather watch Windows 3.1 defrag a hard disk. But that first decade, a moderate to heavy consumption of alcohol and the general je ne sais quoi that is Slayer all combine to make them loveable legends.
So how does that relate to the Eagles?
The Eagles is the Slayer of what, and is that a good thing?
Ok first you are forgetting big important things such as Slayer did not have puck rock invented to protest their shitty crappy jam for them man music that actually harms people's brains. Also, look what they did to Joe Walsh.. they made him into a eagle that's like becoming one of the pod people.
DarkAxel wrote:I incredibly agree with D.o.S.
snipelfritz wrote:Gone Fission wrote:D.O.S. has an excellent point, but I think of them as the Eagles of Coke-Heads Who Hate Each Other.
Weren't The Eagles coke heads who hated each other?
I think whoever came first gets the rights.
D.o.S. wrote:Broadly speaking, if we at ILF are dropping 300 bucks on a pedal it probably sounds like an SNES holocaust.
friendship wrote:death to false bleep-blop
UglyCasanova wrote:brb gonna slap my dick on my stomp boxes
goroth wrote:Vader is like brutal, awesomely dependable, and pretty much get better with every recording (except perhaps the last one)
sonidero wrote:Roll a plus 13 for fire and with my immunity to wack I dodge the cough and pass a turn to chill and look at these rocks...
kbithecrowing wrote:Making out with my girl friday night, I couldn't stop thinking about flangers.
ALLisNOISE wrote:you can dial in some wonderfully smeared 12bit cascades of cicadas leveling a hail of rockets against an army of rusty box fans!
casecandy wrote:TBH... I love The Eagles. What's great is, they were categorically not an album band, so if you have Greatest Hits Vol. 1 and Vol. 2, you're set. Actually, you are more than set. That is 100% of their good music and then some mediocre music to boot. But what good music it is. Off the top of my head... the following songs are 10/10 songs: "Hotel California," "Take It Easy," "The Long Run," "Take It To The Limit," "Seven Bridges Road," "Witchy Woman," a bunch of other shit. Classic dad rock/mom rock. When I hear "Witchy Woman" this is how vivid the mental imagery is for me:
You are twelve years old. It's the middle of the night. Your entire family is in your Ford Aerostar, driving home through the blackness together in complete quiet, your younger brother's Atom hockey game having recently come to a close, a 6-2 victory. The vehicle moves through a blizzard, the tiny pieces of snow flying back past the windows like stars as the Millennium Falcon enters hyperspeed. The heat is blasting with such ferocity into your face and left arm that your skin is entirely dry in the winter air. Your father stares straight ahead with both hands on the wheel. You and your three brothers appear to be asleep in the back seat. But you aren't, you're just laying there, extremely quietly, listening to the radio. It is the AM station coming from the closest large city. It crackles as your vehicle begins to drive out of the station's range, but not before you hear the opening falsetto of a certain song. The song is "Witchy Women." Your mom reaches over and cranks the volume. Your brothers keep on sleeping. You continue to listen to The Eagles in a haze of blinding snow, blasting heat, and radio static. "See how high she flies. She got the moon in her eye-eye-eyes..."
It's incredible music and it is what it is: bonehead country rock that means a lot more than it ought to, because the thing is, they understood the sentimental aspects of songwriting and imagery, too. For what are we all, if not metaphorically standing on some corner in Winslow, AZ, waiting to be picked up by an equally metaphorical girl in a flat-bed Ford?
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Invisible Man wrote:I'm probably the most humble person I know. I feel good about smelling my own butthole.
Jesus Was a Robot wrote:Did you just assume Billy Corgan's dildo preference??
Blackened Soul wrote:Ok first you are forgetting big important things such as Slayer did not have puck rock invented to protest their shitty crappy jam for them man music that actually harms people's brains. Also, look what they did to Joe Walsh.. they made him into a eagle that's like becoming one of the pod people.
I am not morally obligated to do anything. That's what Kierkegaard told me. At least I think it was Kierkegaard. I was pretty out of 'er.Iommic Pope wrote:But you are seriously morally obligated to hate the Eagles.
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