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Sorry about the title there, just a little idea that popped into my head and threatened to bother me unless I acted on it. Which is the very reason that dooyoo appeals to me so much. An online community where you both get paid for writing reviews/opinions on things, but also where people rate your work and, in many cases, offer you advice for how to improve your writing style. I am interested in words. There, I've said it. It may sound a bit anorak-like, but the fact that the english language can be used to paint pictures is of great interest to me. The simple way in which words can be twisted to create vastly different, or intrinsically subtle, descriptions of our world is amazing - and it is great to find a website that celebrates words. That may sound a little hippy-ish, but in a world where the art of conversation, and the values of literature are being lost in a maelstrom of pictures and sounds it is refreshing to know that one of the biggest criminals of the promotion of multimedia over intellectual experience can also be used to encourage people to stirr their passive minds and do something active. I hope that reading this may have been of some use,although not a factual review of the sites capabilities (there are many of them I'm sure in this topic), I wanted to highlight a kindof social importance to this site. Although the opinions asked for may not always demand the most mentally challenging of responses, I believe the fact that the mind is being used to formulate and create works of literature in its basic form, ie: something to read, is a great thing in today's society of images. Happy writing Barry
I bought this album about a month after it came out in 1999 and professed its brilliance to everyone I knew; playing it at parties, putting it on in people's cars, and forcing my walkman onto the ears of anyone who came my way. But what was the reaction of my friends and aquaintances to these kind actions of mine? People dismissed them as a crap noisy band trying to rap. Two years later the world and his mum love Fred's boys and I am regarded as some trendy fad-follower by my mettaler contemporaries -just because they became popular. Then, just as quickly, the backlash started. By offering my opinion on this album ("at last" i hear people cry) I want to express the reason that I got into this fantastic band, and why I still love them, even though it is obvious how big Fred Durst is getting for his boots. The first song I heard from the cd was "Break Stuff" which was featured on a "Rock Sound" magazine compilation (is there anywhere you can leave an opinion on that magazine here cos I have a lot to say about it?I'll look later...). This song single handedly showed me how music could both cross boundries, and be heavy/noisy and fun/melodic at the same time. So, now for a little track-by-tack action: 1.Intro - sets the scene really. It says to me: "This album is going to be fun to listen to" and that the band themselves enjoyed it - Important Point about this cd No.1: You can HEAR each individual band member's input and love for their music. 2. Just Like This – uplifting, a kindof call into battle. The song also serves as an introduction to the band as all the band members are mentioned in the opening rap, and manages to contain virtually all of Limp Bizkit’s “trademarks”, ie: mellow/funky rapped verses, sing/shout-a-long choruses with heavy guitars, and plenty of DJ lethal’s input+scratching breaks. It’s also a g
reat song! 3. Nookie –GENIUS! I adore this song, but be careful if singing it absent mindedly in the street as people with think your some kind of sexual predetor(and a psycho). The rhythmical force behind Limp Bizkit works overdrive in this song: perfect to dance to in rock clubs throughout the land (and of course in the safety of your own bedroom). 4. Break Stuff – Heavy, hard, and angry, be careful if moshing to this song – good friends will become enemies, and perfect strangers will try to “BREAK YOUR F***IN FACE TONITE”. Starting with the sound of the band smashing stuff up, then crashing into one of the grooviest (is that a word?) riffs you’ll hear this side of Rage Against The Machine. Slightly suspect lyrical content- it’s all about the he says she says what? But at the same time its sooo easy to relate to: how often does the stress in your life just take over and make you want to BREAK STUFF? Great therapy listening+dancing to this. 5. Re-Arranged – here’s where the true brilliance of the album begins to rear its head: Versatility. Funky to the extreme and showcasing a lyrical depth and vocal prowess from Mr.Durst, and a closeness of musicianship that compliments the vocals perfectly. Beautiful, especially when the heaviness kicks in at the end of the song. 6. I’m Broke – back to the anger again, an ode to scabs who only seem interested in you when you have money and fair-weather friends. Nice build of dynamics, from opening solo guitar, introducing drums and then exploding with the full effect of Lethal’s decks. Some great little lyrical moments “Now it’s time to pay the piper” being a favourite of mine , and good use of the nu-metal “quiet riff building into big noisy monster” technique (see Korn’s “Faget” for the definitive usage). Heavy Here arrives a strange answer-phone message interlude
from some bloke threatening to punch someone else to a funk-hop backing. Strange indeed, but it serves to bridge the gap between the two tracks. 7. Nobody Like You – with guest vocals by Korn’s Jon Davis and Scott Weiland from Stone Temple Pilots fame, this is a spooky, melodic offering that in places sounds more like Korn than Korn ever have. This song is more of a grower than the others, at first sounds a bit like a self-indulgent special guest-fest, but give it time and feel it burrowing deep into your subconscious. 9. Don’t Go Off Wondering – I think this song is beautiful. A heart wrenching tale of love (or is it lust?) gone bitter and wrong. A beautifully crafted song, the dynamics at work here are impeccable and take the listener on an emotional journey with the song. If anyone still believes that Fred Durst has always been a mere charlatan out to make as much money as he can after this song then they obviously have no heart. This is one to set the tears rollin, rollin, rollin, down your cheeks. 10. 9 teen 90 nine – a good funky trip, fun and not a bad song as such, but the titular-year having passed almost three years ago it seems a bit odd listening to its sentiments “It’s 1999 baby” – no it’s not! Still a good fun+heavy song. Another interlude: Fred Durst’s “Mom” singing a little ditty! 11. n 2 gether now – originally titled “Shut The F**k Up”, I personally don’t like this track. A hip hop groove created by DJ lethal where Durst and the Wu Tang Clan’s Method Man take it in turns to chat away about something or another, mumble mumble nervous cough… I’m not a great hip hop fan (understatement) so this doesn’t appeal to me much. If you like Wu Tang and Method Man, then enjoy, if not then his voice gets steadily more annoying as the song progresses. Interlude time again – Fred
Durst singing along to a pretty groove about the possibilities of the future. Nice, one of the nicest touches on the album, the interludes create a continuity throughout the record without simply merging all the tracks together à la Nine Inch Nails. 12. Trust? Hard, heavy, angry, and NOISY. I love this song, turn it up loud and annoy the neighbours/your parents/anyone passing your house in the streets. One of only a few Limp Bizkit tracks that suits a bit of air guitaring! Best song on the cd for me, worth buying for this alone. 13. No sex – dealing with the delicate subject of a relationship degenerating into nothing but a series of unfulfilling sexual experiences, and how this can leave you cold in the end. Not as haunting as track 8, but still poignant. 14. Show Me What You Got – another throw-away noise anthem, perfect for getting the crowd going, this song introduces Slim Shady to the world, and also name-checks Staind, mentions virtually every state/major city in the USA and thanks many a friend and family member. Think the thank-you credits from the album booklet made into a song, and I think you have a good impression. Thing is though: it’s still a really cool song and I defy anyone to not get excited at the proclamation of “Get the F**K UP!”. 15. A Lesson Learned – Fred Durst’s a cappella is underlayered courtesy of DJ Lethal, who is definitely NOT the kind of token dj that seem to appear in many recent bands, and finishes the album off nicely, reflecting on life and fame. 16 Outro – or Intro expanded a bit. Harmless fun really, slowed down vocals blah blah blah. BUT, hold on/skip through for a great little rant on the subject of the state of the music industry. Brilliant and very true. So there you have it, overall I’d rate significant other as one of the best albums of the 90’s – definitely in my top 10 anyway. Forget all the media hyp
e/hate and just buy this cd (with a bonus live disk that was packaged with the re-release) and you can be proud to own one of the best metal albums ever made – a definite classic and, so far, Limp Bizkit’s finest hour.
This whole "create a pop star" thing annoys me, and offends me sometimes, immensely. I'm sorry if I start going into a rant during this opinion but the morals involved in taking people, fuelling their dreams for a few weeks, and then telling them that they're crap is disgusting. Another thing about it that I find atrocious is how these judges are feeding the minds of the children that watch the show (and who are going to be the target audience for the resultant idol) are being brainwashed into liking these people and having, what in effect are, subliminal messages implanted in their brains to make them want to "buy the pop idol cds". In a world that lacks sincerity, passion, and REAL hard talent in the majority of music, the last thing we need is to tell the future generations of potential music lovers that great music is created. Telling people what is right to listen to is WRONG. I consider myself to have a wide taste of music, ranging from Robbie Williams, through to Machine Head, and from Massive Attack to Nine Inch Nails, if their music has meaning, I like it. I also appreciate that every person on this planet is different and has the right to their own tastes and opinion, and that the world would be a very boring place without these conflicts of preference (especially as I'd have nobody to laugh at as I walk past the local Ministry Of Sound sponsered club and see the trend followers queueing in the freezing cold to pay £15 entry fee and then £3 a drink safe in the knowledge that I'm going to a pound-a-pint, £2 entry ROCK club to hear+dance to the best music on the planet - sorry about that passage, these things happen!). Music is a very important thing to the world, and above that lies the art of creative expression - if a generation are taught that music is "created" and then auditioned for, then the world will become a very sad place. Peace + sincerity Barry oh yeah, an interesting game to play whilst watching popstars (or any kindof "amateur performs" tv show) is to WATCH the HANDS of the female singers - see how they flounder at the difficulty of holding a mike in one hand, and "expressing" the emotion of the song with the other. The free hand almost always ends up making a "opening a fan horizontally" motion, then drops down, points at the audience/camera, points at herself, and then repeats - a classic.
I am somewhat of an outsider in the cider drinking community. Cider drinkers traditionally seem to be either old men who drink scary concoctions known as "natch" that taste like wood and are more likely to have bits of rat in them then apples. Then at the other end of the scrumpy spectrum is the group of 12-14 year olds who sit in the local park, drinking white lightening from bottles until they're sick. I'm 18 years old - I dont fit into the first group as I'm still drinking "kids stuff" like Blackthorn (and I intend to carry on that way as I value my braincells), and I certainly dont fit in with the child drinker as I drink it in PUBS and am therefore some kind of aincient elder and expert of boozing to be looked upon with fear and awe, and then get asked to go and buy fags for the delinquants who "can't get served". Although with only 4 years cider-ing behind my back, I thought I'd expel a little bit of advice for those tempted to try a bit of the old brain-rot-juice. Firstly, and I CAN'T STRESS THIS ENOUGH: NEVER DRINK WHITE CIDER especially supermarket brands cos they taste of EGG and will make you SICK. If you are determined to try this then stick to "Diamond White" - the least manky of the lot. 2. Start low and work up (especially if you're only 14). Woodpecker may seem a bit crap with its 3.9 % (ish) volume, but the unexperienced stomach can have unpleasant reactions when introduced to stron ciders for the first time. Experiment with drinking this "nice" little drink, the sweet cider, sip-by-sip, can-by-can, bottle-by-bottle, until you can down a pint of it with the best rugby-type blokes. Important notes for sweet-cider dabblers: DON'T drink "Red C" (made I think by the "Strongbow" people"), you might as well just buy some apple juice and put a bit of sugar in it. Also - once you have progressed
onto the stonger ciders, DO NOT go back to the weaker sweets as they will taste like pee. 3. Progression to the ultimate dilemma: STRONGBOW or BLACKTHORN Personally, I'm ambidextrous with these two golden beverages, although Blackthorn in a proper pub does usually taste nicer - no particular reason, it just is. IMPORTANT: avoid mixing the two over the course of an evening as it will leave a nasty taste in your mouth in the morning. 4.Can's/Bottles/Draught You cannot beat a proper draught pint of cider - and by that I mean from a proper pump, not one of those strange "push a button and it dribbles out" things that you get in clubs/newish pubs. I'm still undecided as to whether glass bottles or cans are better - experiment and enjoy - However, ignore the apparent cheapness of the "3 litre bottle", it may be cheap, but you will never get through it all in one night and it goes flat very quickly and turns very nasty. Right then, I suppose that's more of a taster course than a comprehensive guide, but I'll be back to offer more things learnt from experiance. Before I go, here's something I learnt the hard way: DON'T DRINK LOTS OF VODKA AFTER DRINKING LOTS OF CIDER - the whole mixture kindof backfires and turns volitile, then it tends to turn projectile (if you know what I mean). Happy drunkeness
I've often been involved in discussions about whether there is life after death, admittidly a number of these have been after a beverage or two, and I always get looked down on because I don't believe that there is another plane of existance. I've also had my fair share of people trying to argue me into believing, which I feel is entirely unfair as I have not tried to push my views upon other people, just presented my opinion when asked for it - as I am doing now. I have never criticised someone for their beliefs as that's not my place - judging an other's faiths and calling them wrong is simply hippocritical as then there is no reason why someone shouldn't criticise you. I suppose saying that people look down on me is a bit strong a phrase to use: people seem to feel sorry for me as if I'm missing out on something important in life. I suppose my main point on this matter is that, although not perfect, I am pretty comfortable with my life as it is in this plane of existance - the "normal" world perhaps - and don't feel as if I should take up time preparing myself for something that I will never know is going to happen until it happens. Then if I've been wrong to believe what I do, and there is an afterlife, then I'll probably look pretty stupid! I believe in living and paying attention to what goes on around you, your family, and your loved ones, and trying to make people as happy as you can. Maybe if people spent more time thinking about what's going on in this world instead of the next, we wouldn't be living in such a screwed up place.
Why does marylin manson get blamed for all of society's ills? I don't really want to dwell on how his music and the music of many other "shock" artists are blamed for the Columbine shootings etc, as these ideas have been voiced many times before and it would be adding nothing new to the arguements. It's true that a lot of Marilyn Manson's music has violent imagery, and it's very easy to take any line from almost any song and turn it into damning evidence for the fact that Manson wants to corrupt the youth of the world: "Let's just kill everyone and let your god sort them out" from the Irresponsible Hate Anthem, on Antichrist Superstar, seems a prime example. However, put into the context of the song, and reading the rest of the lyrics, it is very clear that these are issues that he is mocking and judging against these kind of redneck/ignorant views ie: the views are "Irresponsible", therefore not to be taken to heart. "I hate the hater" - sings Marilyn, or Brian Warner as his birth certificate would say. Which brings me neatly onto the fact that, at the end of the day, this "Marilyn Manson" character is all about entertainment. Fair enough the entertainment on show is quite grotesque, but art reflects reality, and there are far worse things that any child can be exposed to on the news at 5 o'clock in the evening than what is essentially a man dressing up and singing in a scary voice. Marilyn Manson fans may get all defensive if I state that everything he, and his band, does is merely a show for entertainment because there are many people who identify with the issues dealt with in his lyrics: alienation (torniquet), defiance against authority (the aforementioned Hate Anthem), and even love (Great Big White World). I personally enjoy this band's music and lyrics, and agree that there is a great degree of sincerity in the man's words, but wh
en all is said and done, and the show is over, the band go home to live normal lives with famillies. Marilyn Manson may SEEM a bad role model, but is merely continuing the type of glamourous flamboyance that some of history's greatest showmen pioneered, and by incorporating aggressive themes can help exorcise similar feelings in the listener- when I listen to my Marilyn Manson cds I can relate to some of the subject matter, and if some of it arouses feelings of aggression in me then they are lost as I sing along, or play along on my guitar. The character comes off with the make-up and the costume, leaving a man like any other.
Should dooyoo include an erotic section? At first glance, this topic is slightly confusing; is this asking if us doousers want a chance to share any amateur attempts at erotic fiction that we may have made with the rest of the community? If so then why not! It may not be arousing reading about how "the sexy naked birds got jiggy together and touched each others rude bits until they came", but it may give everyone a bit of a laugh! Or does this mean that we can all offer our opinions on certain, ahem, "adult" websites and products? For a start, who is going to want to offer their review about "teensluts.com" or the latest in "realistic" substitute girlfriends (such as Pump-Me-Up Pammela,your polythene pal) for the whole community to read and then KNOW that this person is a perv? Or then again - and this is my personal favourite option - this section could go into great and indepth analysis and opinions on such great national institutions as the Sun's page 3, the Daily Sport, and Channel 5's late night "documentaries" focusing on the porn industries. I could be wrong, there could be people who want to share their experiences of sensual massage cream, and reviews of the latest nipple-clamping technology, but i feel that a new section dedicated to eroticism would probably not be that productive and be filled with minor titilation and stories from the sexually repressed- but what's wrong with that eh?
My opinion towards the international institution that is McDonalds (le MacDo in French slang, or Macky D's to the more yankified of my friends) can be summed up by this simple conversation I had with a friend one day: Friend: "I want food" Me: "Let's find somewhere to eat then" Friend: "How about McDonald's?" Me: "I thought you said you wanted food" Which is the main point of my arguement: McDonalds DONT sell food, they sell temporary appetite repressors. Never in my life have I felt like I've had a meal that satisfies both my nutritional, and hunger-orientated, needs after eating a meal from Ronald's "restaurant" - I have always wanted a proper meal later on. Staying with nutrition for a moment, I think that if any scientific tests were made into the benifits of eating,for example, a Big Mac meal (Go Large!) then the white-coated boffins would surely deduce that the average person uses up more nutrients by the simple action of eating the meal than they would gain from the meal (except in the fat stakes of course). Not only is the nutritional value extremely suspect, but the fact that the burgers are made from the final bits of leftovers found on the floor of the abbatoir, after all the better portions of meat have been sent off to be turned into catfood, is quite disturbing. Add to that the amount of water, flavourings, offal, sawdust, and faecal matter that can be found in your average quater-pounder, and you're looking at a serious health problem waiting to happen. My final point is that the food doesnt even taste nice. They frazzle their chips (or "fries" as they call them) to within a millimeter of their life (I would say "to an inch", but there isnt that much potato in them to start with), then coat them with salt, leave them to go cold, and then expect you to eat them. They put strange congealed green s
lices of snot in everything. The chicken nuggets have beef-flavouring added because the level of actual meat in them is so low that people don't like them without it. and the vegetarian burgers look like they have just been dug up from the garden and coated with breadcrumbs. This overall standard of badness (or bad taste even) permeates throughout they companies structure. From the sweaty, snotty, spotty, ugly + miserable people they pay 10pence an hour to serve these culinary disasters to a brainwashed public, to the kindof marketing directors who a)decided to open a McDonalds next to the concentration camp at Dachau (im not making this up), and b)have the single most distubing advertising character in the history of the world (that clown is EVIL),the company is wrong in everything they do. Oh, but then again their milkshakes are nice...... damn
What can be said about Machine Head? A band who have consistantly bucked the trend, whilst incorporating new elements into their sound at each junction in their career. From the opening riffs of "Davidian" on "Burn My Eyes", to the dying frains of the title track on their latest release "Supercharger", a strong line of progression can be traced from early thrash-influenced hardcore-ish metal, to the more "nu" influenced sound in latter years. Always melodic, constantly heavy, and with a live show that rocks hard, but shows a certain sensitivity and passion for performance and crowd interaction that many heavy bands lack, Machine Head are on their way to top of the Super-league of metal. In the words of the man Robb Flynn: "In times of piece, you must prepare for war"
A are, in short, a fantastic band. However, after two frenetically happy albums under their collective belts, and a pretty little live album, they are still yet to recieve the recognition they so rightly deserve. In a world dominated of american pop-punk bands, it seems insane that a band of this quality - catchy/heavy/fast punk that makes you wanna pogo and mosh till your feet fall off, and a live show that easily out does any band on the planet (anyone see them at Reading 2000?) - aren't getting wall-to-wall airplay and top 10 singles like their yanky-cousins. All this could change with the release of their third studio album "Hi-Fi Serious" in 2002 - a cd that's sure to include more than its fair share of uplifting, but meaningful, monster pop-songs. For the impatient amongst you, go+buy "A vs Monkey Kong", and "How Ace Are Buildings" - both understated classics - and keep a keen eye out for any tour dates near you.
My ideal festival is one right out there in extreme fantasy land: all the bands performing would be ones that have either split irrepairably, or have dead members. Obviously the dead people would be revived as opposed to being operated like grotesque puppets and forced to mime along to backing tapes of their former glory... This short+sweet 1 dayer (3 dayers are just too hectic and 2 dayers are not quite so cool, and i dont like sleeping in mouldy damp tents) would start out with bands who have merely split up and therefore not reached the big success and immortalisation that untimely death brings. So lets start the day with a performance at midday with the fantastic and well lamented, by me anyway, Co.Uk (or Co_Dot as they annoyingly changed their name to) who would storm their way through such classics as "Freakazoid" and "Not Today". Hot on the heals of the Irish boys would be the fantastic Carrie. A band who split up to form Little Hell, Carrie were the ultimate pop-rock-punk-fun band with dark lyrics and lipstick to match. Next would come 3ColoursRed with their catchy punk-metal angst, and then the sublime Skunk Anansie would unleash their fantastic smooth/scary heavy-pop-rock stuff on a happy smiling crowd. Taking us into the evening now with the first of our classic cadaevers line-up would be the fantastic Richey-era Manic Street Preachers. It's hard to leave them so low on the bill as I have grown up with their music, but the "rather burn out than fade away" attitude of their early work would take the audience breathless through 40 minutes of rock'n'roll and self-loathing heaven. From "Crash and Burn" to "P.C.P", the Manics would pass the flame onto the anti-heros of Seattle: Nirvana. A dazzling display of slightly shoddy showmanship, coupled with random guitar noodling, occasional bouts of raw screeching, and some beautiful, beautiful songs laying bare
the soul of a generation would create the perfect atmosphere for some mellow funk. Enter Jimi Hendrix (no sniggering at the back) to take us on a rock journey, from a Foxy Lady, to a Voodoo Chile, before finally sacrificing his guitar before a rapturous crowd. Its getting late now, and its getting dark. The lights dim down to a mere shimmer and the national anthem starts to blare out of the P.A. But it sounds dirty, its distorted: IT ROCKS and Freddie Mercury's merry men parade onto the stage, the lead man dressed in full royal gear as Queen complete the festival a full ten years since their frontmans untimely demise. All the hits, from Tie Your Mother Down, through Seven Seas Of Rhye, to the final encore of Bohemian Rhapsody performed with a massive group of vocalists to its full extent. Freddies final piano chords still ringing in my thoughts, and the crowds hoarse yells echoing through my brain, I reflect on what must be the best day of my life. Suddenly I faintly hear the soft patter of rain falling on a window, and my alarm clock starts to buzz as I slowly force my eyes to focus on the real world and the memory of my dream sadly slips away. Queen Hendrix
This website needs few words said about it other than:IT IS AMAZING: since discovering it about three months ago I have hardly bought a cd in a "normal" record store, and have had 10+ orders arrive on time, in perfect condition, and with no fuss. The best thing about this site is the free delivery - most web-based music stores offer "cheaper-than-the-highstreet" prices but then whack on a wopping £2-£4 postage which can bang the price up to more than what you would normally pay (naming no names, AMAZON). As well as its general astounding cheapness, this site is useful in many classic situations: Christmas coming up and little sister/brother wants the latest generic boy/girl mix-up super-manufactured saccerine pop "band" but you a) dont want to be seen buying it in the shops and b) dont want to pay more than a tenner for a genetically modified lump of plastic (and that's just the band members)? Feel the need to treat that special person in your life, but keep enough money for some beers at the weekend? Want to see what the fuss is all about over a hot "nu" band, but dont want to part with too much cash ie: incase they turn out to be rank? Feel compelled to buy the latest release buy your favourite band, even though its a crass cash in "greatest hits" package simply to complete your collection (calling GreenDay) ? Answer: cdwow.com and if all this isn't enough: they have most of Metallica's back-catalogue for almost half the price you would pay for it in HMV/Virgin/Sparkly-soul-sucking-anonymous-profit-hungry-music-chain (delete as appropriate). hmm, i can hear it now "MASTER, MASTER" ... "ha ha ha ah ha ha HAAA" !!!