Nestor's Cola

And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber. And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And terror possesed me then. And I begged, “Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?” And the angel said unto me, “These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust.” And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat like the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared, “Hear me now, I have seen the light! They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!” Can I get an amen? Can I get a hallelujah? Thank you Jesus.
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The moral of the story is that Life feeds on life, no matter what it is. And we prey on each other and ourselves the exact same way. we feed off of each other. Be it parasitic, symbiotic, synergistic, or downright predatory, we feed off each other and strengthen ourselves.

Nestor Dissertation, Imported piece, Quick Post, Rant, Sociology

System of a Down:
I got into them about five years back; my boy Preach had done an AMV to their song Spiders. I’d heard their songs on the radio a few times, but never really had any inclination to check them out. I like to consider myself really discriminating when it comes to my choices in music, and I often hold judgement until I’ve heard multiple songs from any particular band before commiting to buy an album.

I’d really heard Spiders and Sugar after watching Preach’s AMV, and suddenly, I was hooked. Toxicity came out, and I went down to Independent Records and listened to the album. I was feeling vaguely rebellious and anti-government; I was on a jag, godammit, and I wanted to find out more. Fear Factory started that vibe, System of a down did it more intelligently. A interesting and pleasing blend of harsh and mellow, aggressive and smooth, melodic (and yet somewhat symphonic) and cacophanic noise. Some of the subjects are fucking, living, drugs, and other shit, but there’s a strong anti-government element to their shit.

Bring your own Beer (latest Track) Is an exact example of this particular mix of pleasing and rough mix. Like sandpaper and silk, tearing at your ears, adding salve, then doing it again. You can’t ignore it. The pain in your ears is a pain of love.

Their concerts are suitably loud, wild, and aggressive. You can’t help but want to get in there and express yourself as violently as you can.

Nothing conciousness-expanding here; it goes deeper and stays longer; it plays on the emotions, and plays them well.

Nestor Dissertation, Imported piece, Music, Quick Post, Rant