Singin' Of Blood Or Love

so in the past couple days I've been redeeming myself in something of a sickly sadistic southern revival of sorts. say that shit five times fast, please do, i dare you like a motherfucker.

welcome to the world of southern comfort on the skids.



Dax Riggs. Wikipedia the guy and become enthralled.

yes, douchies and whores, that is indeed the Dax Riggs.

to fully understand the nature of this beast you must do two things:

#1. know about Acid Bath, Agents of Oblivion, Deadboy & The Elephantmen, Daisyhead & The Mooncrickets, T-Daks & His White Plastic Soul.

#2. have listened to any of the above in some REAL, long lasting capacity.

if you work in some fucked up, oppressively hot, fully un-intelligent joke of a workplace, then you know that music can be a great motivational tool. it's something that can keep your head in the game and your hands from around someone's throat.

believe me, i was there yesterday and thats why i'm putting this out there the way that i am.

Buy this CD, throw it in your deck and just be.

yes, i already know how beautiful and sexy that artwork is. it's one of my top five cd covers. "We Sing Of Only Blood Or Love" is a compelling, dark, romantic, bluesy motherfucking album that will take the back roads to your house, kidnap your mind and then drag it down through the grittiest parts of louisiana and georgia, leaving you drunk on the melodies and high on the words that pour in from the throat of a madman.

this is more than just a collection of rough and rowdy tunes that make you wish you could spend your life in the southern seedy bars you only see on made for tv crime shows. this is a soundtrack of deep south hymns made for living it up in the devil's shadow, keeping pace with the leafless trees of fall, knocking back beers with local crazies and just having the best time & night of your life.


here are two of my (many) personal favorites:

"The Terrors Of Nightlife"

I laid all I own at the devil's feet
And I have placed a rose between the angel's teeth
Night lay beside me, night lay beside me
I wish you could hear what I hear when I'm out there
The stars all seem to burn
And scream into the atmosphere
Night lay beside me, night lay beside me
May grief fall away like leaves from the trees
May grief fall away like leaves from the trees
And night lay beside me, only night lay beside me


AND THEN....AND THEN....AND THEN....



"Ouroboros"

The wilderness and all its thorns
Tangled up around my horns
I ain't got time to die tonight
Climbing the stars
Into the midnight hours
The serpent is eating itself

My heart is on fire
With its death and desire
I ain't got time to die
Climbing the stars
Into the midnight hours
The serpent is eating itself

The serpent is eating itself
The serpent is eating itself

Tonight I ain't got time to die


so as the summer sun beats down on the dirt under our feet and around our shitty neighborhoods, i can only hope i won't be the only one buckling down, getting the bullshit shoveled and loving the Dax, in all of his morbid glory.

Night Is The Notion And We Are The Explosion.