Posted by: Rites of Patches | June 27, 2009

The Creature Movie Survival Handbook


When was the last time you found yourself confronted by a fire-spitting ancient evil and no where to turn? Yesterday? Dude, that’s fucked up. Thankfully, there is help. This handy guide will help anyone thinking about boarding a derelict spaceship/spelunking in underground caves/deep sea diving where there is a possibility for undersea aliens. Here are some helpful tips if you wish to get home alive/see the sunlight again/make it to the surface.

Read More…

Posted by: Rites of Patches | June 20, 2009

The Three Types of Creeps You Meet at an All-Ages Offspring Concert

1. Bowel Movement Announcement Guy

Really? That's frickin' awesome, dude!

Really? That's frickin' awesome, dude!

2.  Low-Cut Vest with  Hairy Chest Guy

Seriously?

Seriously?

3.  Me

Over 16 for sure...

Over 16 for sure...

Over 16 for sure...


Black Clouds & Silver Linings
is progressive metal band Dream Theater’s newest entry and follow-up to their solid, but uninspiring Systematic Chaos. Although DT’s 10th studio album won’t be released until June 23rd, the songs are currently floating around in enough places (youtube, etc.) for one and all to get a 128 kbps sneak preview.

Whether you think progressive metal is the intellectual pinnacle of music or elitist pretentious garbage, it is difficult to deny Dream Theater their rightful place at the top of the prog-metal mountain. If you are one of the former, you have hit the jackpot. If you are one of the latter, fuck you. No, seriously, I don’t like you. Anyway…

In 2007, Dream Theater released their 9th studio album, Systematic Chaos. I’ve enjoyed Dream Theater’s music since an friend (and by friend I mean d-bag at whose house I was hanging out) introduced me to Scenes from a Memory. Systematic Chaos wasn’t bad by any means. It was technically precise with sweeping time signature shifts and dynamic arrangements, but it felt like an album of Dream Theater filler; still excellent, but less than I expected from the band that defines a genre.

In Black Clouds & Silver Linings, Dream Theater adds to their catalog of technically expert, workmanlike songs. They’re not going to add any new fans with this album, but fans of progressive metal will find nothing to complain about, unless that’s what they do for fun. The internet is filled with those people. (Whistles loudly and looks around)

Without going into a massive, song by song review, I found nearly every track on the album to be above average, even by Dream Theater’s standards. The album kicks off with “A Nightmare to Remember.” Only Dream Theater would start an album with a 16 minute opus, but the song never drags, ebbing and flowing with meaty guitar riffs, blazing solos, and haunting melodies all the way up to the climatic blast beats from Mike Portnoy at the end of the song.

This is followed up by the 8 ½ minute “A Rite of Passage,” which was pared down three minutes to become the first single from the album. The song feels huge, imbued with plenty of bombast, harmonized refrains, and a killer guitar solo from Mike Petrucci. The assault is halted for a moment to deliver “Whither,” a cute little ballad reminiscent of “Vacant” from Train of Thought. “The Shattered Fortress” follows, concluding Portnoy’s epic, hour-long Twelve-Step Suite that began on Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence. “Fortress” again revisits and reinvents motifs, riffs, and themes from “The Glass Prison,” “This Dying Soul,” and “The Root of All Evil,” this time injecting a wicked keyboard solo into the familiar riffing.

The final two songs are monsters. “The Best of Times” is probably the weakest track on the album, as well as the track which will make fans of Images and Words the most happy.  The lyrics, a tribute to Portnoy’s father, are straight from the heart, but from the heart of someone without the master lyricist’s touch. Or maybe I’ve just been spoiled by Hurt. Who knows? “The Count of Tuscany” is the closing track, effectively serving as a microcosm of the entire band. It’s a sweeping twenty-minute barnburner containing more time signature and tempo changes than most bands do in their career. The song is spectacular, opening with heavy riffs peppered by Jordan Rudess’ keyboard before falling into a David Gilmour-esque guitar interlude, culminating into a final flurry of guitar notes and soaring vocals from James LaBrie.

Hey, remember that time when I said “Without going into a massive, song by song review…?” Yeah, I lied. That’s how much I enjoyed this album. Although Black Clouds & Silver Linings clocks in at 75 minutes (SIX SONGS!), the album flows so well it seems like 30. The album is a perfect mixture of heavy and soft, progressive and accessible, light and dark. With solid lyrics, breathtaking technical precision, and epic arrangements, Black Clouds & Silver Linings is an early front-runner for album of the year and a must-listen for those who demand more than brain-dead power chords from their metal.

Score

Scoring System Explained

Posted by: Rites of Patches | April 6, 2009

Bull Moose Partay

I got nothing. I just need to host this picture so I can use it for my Fantasy Baseball Team. It’s sort of the perfect joke. It has history, baseball, and car-driving cats. It’s basically the greatest picture ever created. Years down the road, people will marvel at my artistry. They’ll say, “Patches…Now there’s an artist. If I shat on the Sistine Chapel, or put my wiener in David’s hand, then these works would be half as excellent as “Bull Moose Partay.” You can tell it’s a partay because of the disco ball and glowing necklaces. I’m available, ladies!

Bull Moose Party

Posted by: Rites of Patches | March 28, 2009

Metal Reviews by Patches: Speed Round I

A quick review of four recent albums.

Buckcherry: Black Butterfly

Buckcherry sucks. Although they are not the worst band in rock (they should thank Hinder for bracing them up), they are perhaps the least intelligent. They constantly try to be hip, retro sleaze rock, but are too untalented to be serious about it and too stupid to be ironic.

Queensryche: American Soldier

Guys, you are responsible for the greatest metal concept album of all time. Quit. Just stop. Go on the casino circuit and stop trying to top Operation: Mindcrime. You won’t. Mindcrime II failed. So did American Soldier. You sound like a tired version of a shadow of your former selves.


Papa Roach: Metamorphosis

Papa Roach has always been my favorite of the bands I acknowledge have little talent or originality. I’m not able to figure out why I like them better than Nickelback, Puddle of Mudd, or Hinder, but I do. Metamorphosis is more of the same. It’s not awful, but there is nothing on this album, outside of the excellent “Lifeline,” that you can’t find on Getting Away with Murder or The Paramour Sessions.


Hoobastank: For(n)ever

Seriously, these guys still exist? The Reason was a great album, even if the title song lags just behind James Blunt one my “Things I Fucking Hate” List. Their next album was a carbon-copy of The Reason, and sadly, this one is too. Evolve or die. Hoobastank has decided to die.

Posted by: Rites of Patches | March 28, 2009

Metal Reviews by Patches: HURT – Goodbye to the Machine

Editor’s Note: Every so often, we’ll try to keep things serious on this site. Not often, mind you. Mainly only when rock or metal albums are released. Penis. And as you can see, sometimes not even then. You will know when these times are because Serious Cat will help you out. After the jump, you can find my album rating system.

In a recent post, I was fairly critical of the music released in 2008. Thankfully, 2009 is poised to kick last year’s ass. The first such album is Goodbye to the Machine by the band HURT. HURT’s follow up to the critically acclaimed Vol. II, Goodbye to the Machine finds HURT once again continuing to expand and improve every facet of their music. Goodbye to the Machine is an intensely varied affair that showcases HURT’s maturity and intelligence as musicians. A few key things really stuck out to me.

HURT oozes emotion. Not the shitty, fake emotion that crap bands try to shill these days. *COUGH* Seether, Staind *COUGH*. You can feel singer & lyricist J. Loren Wince’s anguish in “Wars” as he grapples with the consequences of his former job with a defense contractor. He sings of depression and choices in “Well” and the honor of doing one’s best in “Fighting Tao.” You FEEL these songs. The reason HURT’s music connects with the listener is Wince. His lyrical style and pacing is top notch and I’m not exaggerating when I say he is the best songwriter in rock today. The songs are dark but hopeful; the lyrics are catchy and intelligent.

I’ll spare you a track-by-track analysis, but I do have a few favorites. “Wars” is the lead single and benefits from a great riff and a meaningful and though-provoking message of collective guilt and introspection. “1331” alternates between an almost annoyingly cheerful pop song and agonizingly emotive rocker. “Well” is a well-written throwback delivered in the style of “Loded” from Vol. II. “Dreams Away” is a crunchy rocker unlike anything HURT has ever recorded, and “Fighting Tao” slowly builds into an epic rocker infused with bagpipe-wannabe violins. The only weak link on the album is “World Ain’t Right,” an otherwise solid ballad ruined by the fat dipshit from Seether.

Goodbye to the Machine requires about five listens to wrap one’s head around, and when you do, it will get better every time you listen to it – which will be often. Goodbye to the Machine is more evidence that HURT deserves the mainstream success that will likely elude them.

Score:

Read More…

Posted by: Rites of Patches | March 21, 2009

President Obama Is Bailed Out

Obama: Good evening, America. I called this press conference to sincerely apologize for my comment made on NBC’s Late Show in which I made fun of the Special Olympics. (Starts Sweating) I mean, it wasn’t nice, and…uhhhh…I have nothing but the greatest respect for the retards that, FUCK! Uhhhhhhhh…….Ummm… Children with learning disabilities are special human beings, who make up for their lack of brains with bigger hearts. And love, Ummm…And, uhhhh, I mean the Special Olympics are real sports too. Yeah! With running and basketball, and none of those homo sports like badminton! Aw, son of a fucking bitch…

Craps Brick

Craps Brick

Obama: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..

DISTANT VOICE: Hello, Camera! Over Here!
Read More…

Posted by: Rites of Patches | February 27, 2009

KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!

Well, it was nice while it lasted. If you haven’t heard, the patron saint of this site, Emmitt Smith, was fired for sucking at anything unaffiliated with the Dallas Cowboys. While this instantly makes ESPN’s football coverage more coherent, it also ends the relevancy of the name of this site.

We, and by “we” I mean just myself, will continue to carry on as a silent, but inappropriate, tribute to the world’s greatest man.  It says in the Talmud, “He who saves one life, saves the world entire.” Or as Emmitt would say, “He who saves one life, saves the world in tires.”

Click this link for the news article and Emmitt’s top ten rapings of the English language.

Posted by: Rites of Patches | February 16, 2009

Good to See the Cryptkeeper Out and About

"Cocaine's a Hell of a Drug."

"Cocaine's a Hell of a Drug."

Wait, that’s who?

Now the trick is figuring out which is which…

Ummmm…. She’s the one on the top, right?

« Newer Posts - Older Posts »

Categories