Something about this song gives me such an uneasy feeling. "I look about and the western sky seems to be red... alone. I can smell burning flesh... scorched life. I turn around and the face of death stares so grim that the lids finally open..."
“This is shit and has no musical quality what so ever. Infact i'm going to make a drone album just to proove that anybody can do it.” - Yes, and I bet you’ll have a really good time doing it. I wouldn’t do “an album” of it, but next time I play with the jamsters (not the name of our “band”, just a description of what we are) I will try to get them to experiment with this – not because I think it will be easy, which it might well be, but because I am inspired.
"This is shit and has no musical quality what so ever. Infact i'm going to make a drone album just to proove that anybody can do it."
So fucking what? Music is not about being complicated or something only the most intelligent of all could make, it's about emotions and fantasy. It becomes what YOU make of it. That it's shit to you doesn't mean it's bad music...