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LJ is behaving like the drizzling shits for me, spitting out Varnish errors and refusing to load pages. I'm not sure if it's yet another DDOS attack or one of its periodic meltdowns. I suppose we'll know soon enough.
After the announcement that Deathstars would be supporting Rammstein on the 2011 Best of tour, I skedaddled over to Youtube to investigate. They're light years above Combichrist; they have audible guitars and discernible melodies, and the singer is intelligible. They look like Manson clones, but they have presence. They make me want to know what they'll do or say next. It's possible that their studio sound won't translate to the stage, that they, too, will sound like a discotheque buried in bilge mud, but I hope they support Rammstein in 2012 so that I can decide for myself. Maybe I won't have to spend half an hour trying to gouge out my eardrums with a soda straw and wishing I had Go-Go Gadget arms with which to punch the lead singer in the face for being such a useless, caterwauling wet blanket.
There is a certain sameness to Deathstars' songs that could get tedious if one listened to them for too long, but given a short set, I don't foresee that being a problem.
The singer's choice of a faux Nazi uniform for one of their videos made me side-eye them so hard my skull shifted, but I decided at length at it was just another case of transgressive showmanship. They're hardly the first rock musicians to push that boundary and tweak that nerve--Nikki Sixx and Marilyn Manson spring to mind--and Rammstein have struggled so valiantly for so long against the idea that all Germans are still closet Nazis that I can't fathom them happily associating with nationalist goobers.
After the announcement that Deathstars would be supporting Rammstein on the 2011 Best of tour, I skedaddled over to Youtube to investigate. They're light years above Combichrist; they have audible guitars and discernible melodies, and the singer is intelligible. They look like Manson clones, but they have presence. They make me want to know what they'll do or say next. It's possible that their studio sound won't translate to the stage, that they, too, will sound like a discotheque buried in bilge mud, but I hope they support Rammstein in 2012 so that I can decide for myself. Maybe I won't have to spend half an hour trying to gouge out my eardrums with a soda straw and wishing I had Go-Go Gadget arms with which to punch the lead singer in the face for being such a useless, caterwauling wet blanket.
There is a certain sameness to Deathstars' songs that could get tedious if one listened to them for too long, but given a short set, I don't foresee that being a problem.
The singer's choice of a faux Nazi uniform for one of their videos made me side-eye them so hard my skull shifted, but I decided at length at it was just another case of transgressive showmanship. They're hardly the first rock musicians to push that boundary and tweak that nerve--Nikki Sixx and Marilyn Manson spring to mind--and Rammstein have struggled so valiantly for so long against the idea that all Germans are still closet Nazis that I can't fathom them happily associating with nationalist goobers.
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