I am forever in the deepest possible debt to loud, aggresive, distorted metal. No greater representation of the experience of experiencing the world, even at its quietest.
It isn't just metal, of course. That was my failure in the original draft of this post. This failure will get its hooks into my skin and drag me down to hell. It's the right kind of *heavy* applied to any music but not all heavy music is created equal and there are only certain kinds of heavy music whose rhythm *feels* like that pull that makes you shake your arms about the place or rock your head back and forth from side to side.
Coltrane or the Microphones or Kyuss or Death Grips or Dinosaur Jr or Venetian Snares or whatever; all things debased by giving them names all I want is sound, stuffing my mouth and leaking out of my eyes and lifting my feet off the ground and grabbing me by the neck and shaking my feeble body like a ragdoll. Sound that makes you run over grassy fields at night and yell incoherently at nothing at all in a silent room. Sound sound sound snare drum compressed into the shape of a pizza cutter and
Exploding through the front of your skull with a cataclysmic *echoing* sound
