It’s All About Will

How much will-power is needed to sit still in a Budha-like lotus position for hours on end? Does it require the same amount of will-power needed to stab a faggot trying to pick you up on a night stroll through the woods?

How much will-power does it take to stay true to whatever music style a group of musicians is playing? Does it require the same amount of will-power needed to resist fucking a college-girl neighbor that keeps flaunting her superb curves at you every weekend?

Whatever.

The only will-power I am interested nowadays is Grand Magus’ 2008 album. At least with this thing I do have the will-power to face up to any annoying complaints from any colleague for not hearing anything they fucking say, due to the band’s music blaring through my headphones.

Fuckin Will-Power

Yes. It’s a second post in a row with the same fucking band. Why not anyway?

Bad Blood

Ever seen a lay-off? I’ve seen one, once, and will always remembered what someone told me about it.

“It’s like those mob movies. A purge is needed every now and then, within any group of enterprising people, to clean out the ‘bad blood’.”

Interesting theory isn’t it? I bet everybody that got laid-off that day would be happy to hear it.

Anyway, other than ‘bad blood’, another thing that we can do with that life-fluid and I happen to like is an oath of blood. And Swedes Grand Magus’ Blood Oath is perhaps one the best soundtrack to such an event..

An Oath Inked in Blood

Shit. That’s a really weird way of choosing my daily dosage of metal.