NECRO SHOCK RADIO – Series 3, Session 3

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necro shock radio logo 1…it’s time once again for some Brutal Music Therapy, boys and girls…

Featuring Cuts From:

Dragon's Cry, The Eternal, Eternal Decision, The Famine, Final Surrender, The Groaning, InnerWish, King James, Once Dead, Pantokrator, Place Of Skulls, Romero, Saint, and Temple Of Blood



Some Meta Posting For Now…

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1875:  A round tower and Great Cross in the graveyard at Monasterboice monastery, County Louth, founded by Saint Buite. Figured panels on the South Cross illustrate the Crucifixion, the Last Judgement and the Murder of Abel.  (Photo by Mercer/Sean Sexton/Getty Images)

1875: A round tower and Great Cross in the graveyard at Monasterboice monastery, County Louth, founded by Saint Buite. Figured panels on the South Cross illustrate the Crucifixion, the Last Judgement and the Murder of Abel. (Photo by Mercer/Sean Sexton/Getty Images)

Here we are, nearly to the middle of the year that is 2015. The smack-dab middle of the middle year of the decade of the…”Tens”, is it? I know about the first part being the “Aughts” or something like that. Really, the teenage years are the most awkward and ill-defining, be it humans or decades.

It’s also Saturday morning, in what is normally known here in my neck of the world as Memorial Day Weekend. The weekend in preparation for Memorial Day, the last Monday of May set aside to remember those who have sacrificed their time, efforts and sometimes even lives for the freedoms we all too often take for granted here in the U. S. of A. The manner of remembrance of which is marked by not going to work, congregating outdoors in sensuous pagan rituals known as “grilling burgers and brats” and drinking copious amounts of adult beverages, while wearing rather unflattering and sometimes tacky clothing and listening to what is called Country Music singing about patriotism, drinking said adult beverages, and some unidentified female referred to as “Baby Girl” whose choice of transportation is either a pickup truck or a tractor, depending on the artist in question.

I feel I should tell you, tender reader, that I’m writing this post freestyle, and make not promises as to doing any editing. All of this is straight from my sleep-deprived brain to your eyeballs, while I wait for my clothes to finish drying at this early hour.

Anyhoo, this weekend, after my laundry is finished in a bit, I’m taking off for the mythical land of Dunlap, Iowa, to spend a couple of days with my Uncle Pat and Aunt Joyce at their place. I’m going to help them out again this year with the Pancake Feed their volunteer rescue team puts on. I did so last year, and figured I would do it again this year. It would be a nice short vacation out of the madness that is my dwelling and daily routines and rituals.

I’m not planning on bringing along my laptop. I really want to focus on some things that have been bumping around in my surprisingly spacious skull. Meditate on certain things, all that. The only techy device I plan on bringing along is my Android. Otherwise, I’m bringing along my Bible and binder notebook for the old school writing when the urge to purge my brain droppings comes about. Old school, baby.

Then, on Memorial Day proper, I return to the land of Omaha, to partake of one of the previously-mentioned grilling rituals with several members of the Coven of Exalted Geeks, followed by the watching of a b-grade movie. I shall enjoy it immensely.

The clothes are done. I must now prepare for my journey into the netherworld of Iowa. Cheers, all, and a have a memorable Memorial Day Weekend. For all of you reading this from other points in the world, enjoy your weekend.


Adventures in Christianity

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Thinking back, I can probably pinpoint the general time when I began to think that maybe, just maybe, I didn’t really fit in with the Body of Christ. At least, not the part of the body that resided here in my neck of the woods (that being Evangelical America,Midwest devision):

Late December, 1992. Something’s Happening, U. S. A.

Something’s Happening, U. S. A. (henceforth referred to as SHUSA) was (or is, I haven’t really checked to see if it was still a thing) a gathering of High School and college age kids involved with the organization formerly known as Campus Crusade For Christ (now known as Cru, because if there’s something we excel at here, it’s PR marketing and re-branding) at a regional location for a few days of lectures, programs, and fellowship with other Christian youth from different parts of the country and society. The main thing was emphasis on prayer to impact our culture for the better. It’s a pretty cool experience, especially for a heady and idealistic 19-year-old who was just beginning his journey as a Christian.

That particular year, SHUSA was held in Houston, Texas at the Astro Dome Hotel. For the most part, the experience was a largely positive one. The speakers were stimulating, the music was probably the best Contemporary Worship Music the early 90s had (one guy with an early 90s-pantented permed mullet, a Ray Bolz style mustache, an acoustic prop guitar, and a backing track tape of his own worship recordings; while chatting briefly with him at his merch table, he found out I was into metal, and told me he was going to pray for me…actually, now that I think about it, that should have been my first clue, but I digress), and while there were maybe two other metal-heads that I knew of there besides myself, I was just soaking in the fellowship with the other students from different areas around the country – some even from different countries – and rejoicing in the fact that we were all shiny happy Christians who loved Jesus and each other despite our differences, and every day would be full of sunshine, singing and unicorn farts. Because those smell like Marshmallow Peeps, you see.

unicorn farts

mmmmm…unicorn farts…

It wasn’t until a couple of days into the conference, when they herded all of us into a series of chartered school buses for the scheduled afternoon of Street Witnessing. This was fairly common with these Campus Crusade for Christ/Student Venture conferences–one afternoon out of the whatever-many days the conference lasts was designated the day we all go out to share our faith with whatever community was hosting the conference. As far as I know, it still is, though I haven’t been to an official Student Ven…er, “Cru” conference in nearly twenty years now. We would have a brief on-stage presentation on the finer points of street witnessing, then we’d load our pockets with several copies of the “Four Spiritual Laws” tracts and hit the public square, or whatever passed as a high-traffic public place in the city. I rather enjoyed doing this, in all actuality. I had a genuine desire to share Jesus with others, and it also afforded me some time to check out at least a microchasm of the city of Huston, Texas. Didn’t really do a lot of sight-seeing while at the conference, so I jumped at the chance to stretch my legs a bit, in a manner of speaking. In this case, it was a mall. So maybe it wasn’t a highly-lauded cultural hot-spot; still, a field trip and a chance to shine your proverbial light into the eyes of the local populous? Two birds with one stone, baby.

You’ll have to excuse the sarcasm. I’m not bitter, nor mean any disrespect; this is just how I tend to cope with recalling my youthful indiscretions in matters of faith. I can only imagine how many times the Holy Spirit had to face-palm due to my foolishness. Anyway…

As we were boarding the school bus that was earmarked to take the group I was in to the mall, I was seated next to a girl from…somewhere else in the country, I can’t exactly recall where she said she was from or if she actually did say. We exchanged your basic common pleasantries and small-talk. I had my Walkman along, and had my well-worn copy of Stryper’s To Hell With The Devil loaded in there; at one point before we set off for the mall, I took the tape out and held it up for my bus companion, just in case she somehow was interested in knowing what I was filling my earholes with. She glanced at it, and gave me one of those polite-ish nods that come with a “isn’t that nice?” kind of looks. Then, she remained oddly quiet for the rest of the ride to the mall site. Which, I didn’t really think much of, considering I just came off of several years of Junior High and High School experiencing the exact same kind of reactions from the female populous of my school. I was a bit too odd to be considered dateable by the fairer sex. I was used to it.

We all logged in our hour at the mall, chatting with the people who had time to do so and politely listened as we hacked our way through the formula for saving souls (and secretly ducking into the surrounding stores to check out the shiny baubles), when we all climbed back onto the bus for the trek back to the hotel. As chance would have it, the same girl that sat next to me on the ride to the mall sat next to me on the ride back. We exchanged polite nods, and she maintained the same cool demeanor…for the first five minutes or so. Apparently, as I was flipping over my tape in the Walkman to begin playing the next side, she got a better look at it, and startled me by saying, “Oh…To Hell With The Devil? So that’s a Christian band?” I confirmed that it was, a bit incredulous that someone existed that didn’t know who Stryper was (irony, I guess). She then proceeded to inform me that, on the ride to the mall, when I showed her the tape the first time, she only caught the “Hell” and “Devil” part. Which explained her previous demeanor. Completely understandable. Had a nice chuckle about it, and that was that.

Well, until she immediately then leaned over to the two girls sitting in the seat in front of us, and said out loud, “It’s okay, he’s not really a Satanist after all.” Apparently, she told her friends that she was sitting next to a Satanist. I can only imagine what was going through all of their heads at this bit of misinformation. A Satanist somehow infiltrated a massive gathering of Evangelical Christian youths to…do whatever it is that Satanists would do when they find themselves in that situation, I guess. I wouldn’t know.

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“Hey, don’t mind me, I’m just here for the pizza.”

Looking back now, of course I can laugh at this bit of innocent Sit-Com grade misunderstanding wackiness. I could laugh at it back then, too; if the rumor spread from there, I was unaware of it. I wasn’t hit by a drive-by exorcism or was confronted with concerns about my worship of the Dark Lord at the time (though, I’m sure someone may have at least cocked an eyebrow at the Black Sabbath album I brought along), so I can only assume nothing ever really came of this. And it makes for an amusing story in my ever-growing Adventures with Christianity file.

Of course, this was just the beginning with my adventures within the great Body of Christ, U. S. of A. edition. Some good, some bad, all of them having a hand in what has shaped–and is still shaping–my world view as I follow my Lord and Saviour.

And it’s all become blog fodder. Cheers for now, my wonderful freaks…


NECRO SHOCK RADIO – Series 3, Session 2

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…after finding a decent WiFi connection, I was able to finally foist this second Session of Brutal Music Therapy of the new Series for your ear-holes. You’re welcome.

Featuring cuts from:

aletheian antestor believer crimson thorn extol holy blood incubus living sacrifice mortification vengeance rising


Music Review: SPOKEN – A Moment Of Imperfect Clarity

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spoken - a moment of imperfect clarity
A Moment Of Imperfect Clarity
Tooth & Nail

I remember back in the day (mid-90s, to be exact), when most of the Christian labels, in their never-ending quest to remain relevant and fresh to the mainstream (just two years behind, mind you), were clamoring to sign any rapcore band to capitalize on the success of Rage Against The Machine, Limp Bizkit and Korn. In 1996, the now-defunct Metro-One label released the debut CD from Arkansas-based group Spoken- On Your Feet. They followed that up in 1998 with …What Remains, both featuring blistering heavy rapcore sonics. Their third album, Echoes Of The Spirit Still Dwell, saw the band go into more of a modern rock/nu metal direction, adding melodic singing in with the rapping, giving it a Linkin Park vibe to the sound.

Now, it’s a different era, a different label, and a definite different sound for Spoken. Now, those wishing for the ol’ rapcore will have to go elsewhere. Here, on A Moment Of Imperfect Clarity, the band goes for the sounds that Chevelle, 12 Stones, and Cold plays to the masses- loud, noisy modern rock. Basically, Spoken has transformed from just another rapcore band to just another Tooth & Nail band.

Lyrically, the band is in the very same place they started out in- bold, emotional, having a Keith Green-like retrospection; they’re crying out to God and lending comfort to His children, while looking at our distance from God as sinners in songs like “In Dreams” and “Falling Further”. “Sleep Well Tonight” addresses the band’s loved ones, left alone as the band tours the country. In the closing track, “How Long”, there’s a resolution of sorts: “Love is falling down all around me / Holding me to your heart, holding me to the sky / I know you are here / I feel you on the air”.

While I’m not a fan of modern rock, especially of the so-called “Christian” variety (most of it is just over-hyped pretentious flapdoodle), many do, so, all I can say is this would find a new fan base in the modern rock crowd than they did in their rapcore days.

Music Review: STAUROS – Adrift

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stauros - adrift

It seems I’ve been reviewing a lot of Brazilian bands lately. Probably because I got a whole slew of ’em in the mail from D_Lister to review. And the one thing I noticed is the diversity of metal that appears to be coming from the largest country in South America.

Stauros represents the power metal side of things. Well, I should say power metal with progressive tendencies. I can’t remember if ‘Adrift’ is Stauros’ second or third release. I have their previous release, ‘Seaquake’, and I’ve been meaning to get around to pounding out a review for that one, but’ve been sluffing it off for so long. Maybe this review will give me the staunch kick in the proverbial hiney to get to that one. But, until then, here’s my assessment of ‘Adrift’:

I would liken Stauros to something of a second-rate Dream Theatre, in that the musicianship is great, but it doesn’t really grab me as does a Dream Theatre release. You might say that it gets to the edge, but doesn’t have enough to push it over. But don’t let that defer you whatsoever, gentle reader. Stauros is still one of the best played and produced Christian bands I’ve ever heard. I would compare them much to the likes of Balance Of Power, Narnia and Impelliteri, for the Christian comparisons. The lyrics smack much closer to the Dream Theatre experience, in that they’re heavy on poetic metaphor painted on a surreal canvas. Yeah, you can tell I’ve been reading them before writing this.

Speaking of painting, let me share a bit from the title track, “Adrift”- “You can paint with your colors / And mix them with your scratching / Distill it with naive tears / The canvas that dams freedom / But the truth is adrift / Crossing the waves moved by the spirit.” Like the lyrics of Tourniquet and Galactic Cowboys, the lyrics on ‘Adrift’ warrant more than a casual gloss over.

Stauros is metal for the thinking person. And ‘Adrift’ is a solid power metal CD. Miss this one and you’ll be missing out.

Music Review: STEP COUSIN – Experiments In Sound

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step cousin - experiments in sound
Experiments In Sound

Step Cousin is (was?) the side project of another metal band called Lordchain, a Missouri based band. Whereas Lordchain was more general metal, Step Cousin’s CD is a feast of classic thrashy, heavy stuff I haven’t heard since, well, let’s just say a long time. ‘Experiments In Sound’ is like mashing together Mortification’s ‘Break The Curse 1990’, Vengeance Rising’s ‘Human Sacrifice’, and Deliverance’s self-titled. Viola. Metal heavy on the thrash, with an equal dose of death vocals and melodic vocals. And here’s something that went out with the recent trend of anti-guitar heroes in metal bands- guitar leads! Oh, am I thankful these are starting to make a comeback! . This CD is a refreshing listen outside the recent glut of “metalcore” and nu metal flavors of the month. The lyrics seem to be directed to critics and nonbelievers, with a strong evangelical bent that doesn’t paint with broad strokes. The low point of the CD is the fact that it’s only half an hour long. Co’Mon! The highlight of the disc is the band’s stellar cover of Vengeance Rising’s “Can’t Get Out”. They don’t write ’em like that any more. Pity. Good thing this CD exists to keep the hope for good metal alive.

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