At this current moment I am infatuated with guitars. Of course these comes in many, many shapes and sizes. From the pruned and polished pop-punk of Bad Religion or the Decendents, to the seemingly random napalm blasts of McLusky, the guitar is capable of many beautiful shapes and forms. But never does it seem as deadly, destructive, psychedelic and spinning tightly out-of-control as it does on Comets on Fire's blast from the past Blue Cathedral.
See, the guitar here is taking a sexy form. It's saying I will not be confined to a single noise and become a one trick pony. No, I will become what you most fear. I will become a person. I will stalk the earth and seem normal. One moment, I will spazz out, blasting you against the wall drenched in endless fuzz or freaking out like a kid having a hissy fit at a toy store. The next, I will buy you fields and fields of flowers, take you for a picnic. I'll sit and stare at the stars with you. Aren't they nice? I thought you'd like them. But I'm' not through. I don't like staying in place for a long time. That's why I'LL FUCKING RAM MY COCK DOWN YOUR GODDAMN THROAT, BITCH! Strap onto my fucking Harley, cunt, I'm gonna take you for a ride down to fucking
Ok, I'm cool. Yeah, the Quaaludes are good. Needed that downer. Been so wired offa crank in the last couple a months, I never know what day it is. So, I'm bored, what's there to do? Acid. Yeah, I'll take a tab. Whoa this is nice listening to those organs....ooooohhhhhh fuuccccckkkkkk........that grape I was peeling, man, its turning into an eyeball, oh fuck they're all in my stomach all turning and burning and trying to fucking get out, man, i'm getting attacked by this fucking brutal sun its in my stomach oh shit. oh shit. the fuck is almost here man, man i can't stand it anymore its getting outta control nothing stops here anymore my fucking hair is made of snakes and spiders are in it trying to fucking kill me. no no no no chainsaw massacre fucking death blood maggots eating the silver eye of God.
Until I hit outer space. Then it made sense. Heightened, tightened. Yeah, its just like us, the Brotherhood of the Harvest, hanging out, growing together until we all have to blast off man, yeah. Wow. This shit is great,
It's nice to sit in silence.
I think It's wearing off, take a cruise in Sweet J's Camaro. Yeah, the main drag. Drag. That's it. All neon and no gas, man. Fuck it, I don't need that shit anyways, I'm my own man, right? Yeah, shit gets heavy, its always heavy. So why the fuck should I dig that cycle of heavy, man. Eat me, world. I'm light as helium. I'll have that happy ending, man. I'll be here for me if you'll be here for you, and vice versa. Yeah, ride it out right through the Blue Tomb. We'll never die, never. We're making it.
