Quick Skrik

Holy bananas, I am slacking. Charlie Granberg made a new Katatonia video, for "Deliberation." Apparently inspired by Munch's "The Scream." The band's not actually in it, and it's not as cool as the one he made for "My Twin," but the song rules. One of the most beautiful guitar performances on the entire album. I've tried repeat listens to The Great Cold Distance focusing on each instrument, and it amazes me how many subtle hooks each of those guys bring to the songs. When that perpetually late end-of-year list comes around, it will be impossible for anyone other than Katatonia to top it (I retain hope that Blind Guardian will deliver something that improves on the "Fly" single).

Oh, and did I mention that they're finally touring America? No? Well, they are. If you want to make old SoulReaper very happy, you will buy tickets for yourselves and lots of your friends to attend whatever show is nearest you, and you will all scream like lunatics while they're on stage and buy up all their merch so they can come back and eventually conquer the land. I hope they get so fucking huge over here, stupid old decrepit Metallica and Korn will be forced to open for them. At the very least, "An Evening With Katatonia" at the Chicago House of Blues is not unimaginable. I mean, stranger things have happened. Katatonia are far more accessible to your average rock listener than their old buddies in Opeth, and Opeth is getting pretty big over here now. Åkerfeldt should pony up and bring 'em with already. Hope you enjoy "Deliberation."



Visions come
Visions come
In a sickroom bed
There's something left to learn
Pass them on
Let it show
Let the rich meet death
Confront our own concern

See us sleep behind the glass
Unaware of crime
Will you wake us up before it is time

The red circle holds the only light
Break down my perspective
And notify everyone when the time is right
My mouth remains inactive

So when you let me in
You let me justify my own reward
You put your hands on me
And I learn the words I didn't know before

I am ice
I am clear
Let the world be cold
Our deliberation
Pass them on
Let it show
Let the words come slow
Your constant incantation

Repeating cycle of light/no light
There's nothing in the airspace
There's no one in the airspace
Repeating cycle of love/no love