Like a Good Friend…

Cradle of Filth is there.

Turn the clock back to the late 90′s early 2000′s and remember how things “used to be”. The economy was booming, your house had its value, and you’d just boxed up all but one of those Bon Jovi tapes you’d sworn off. You peer out your front window to a view that appears as if it would have been at home in the opening of Blue Velvet. In this picturesque reality, you ask yourself, “Self, what could make the world better?”

After a long and calculated pause, self replies in the only way it can…..with Midian

If you’re not familiar with Cradle of Filth, you’ve got a little catching up to do, and dare I say some excellent music in your future. Don’t cheat and go watching a bunch of Youtube videos as they may only bring you down since they all seem to paint a bleak picture. Fire up Pandora and listen to their tracks or launch the Youtube play list in the background and listen in as you go about boring office work. It’ll keep the rift raft away while surely opening your mind up to symphonic metal grooves that just may have you thinking, “Hmm, that non existent bad guy deity might be pretty cool after all”.

So, When everyone else is rocking the latest pop hits at the stoplight this summer, advance your CD changer from that New Jersey album to something a little less trendy and a little more thought provoking like Dusk… and Her Embrace and remember the good times.

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    Tom said to himself that it was not such a hollow world, after all. He had discovered a great law of human action, without knowing it – namely, that in order to make a man or a boy covet a thing, it is only necessary to make the thing difficult to attain. If he had been a great and wise philosopher, like the writer of this book, he would now have comprehended that Work consists of whatever a body is obliged to do, and that Play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do. And this would help him to understand why constructing artificial flowers or performing on a tread-mill is work, while rolling ten-pins or climbing Mont Blanc is only amusement. There are wealthy gentlemen in England who drive four-horse passenger-coaches twenty or thirty miles on a daily line, in the summer, because the privilege costs them considerable money; but if they were offered wages for the service, that would turn it into work and then they would resign. — Mark Twain, Tom Sawyer, 1876