Magic Is Might, Part 2

[Thank you for visiting The Wrock Snob and reading this article! I’d love for you to jump right into the reviewy goodness, but first there is some unfortunate business to take care of. It is not in my nature to tell you specifically what or what not to buy and who to support – I tell you what I thought about an album, and if my tastes seem to align with yours, you might want to heed my suggestions. However, I must take this time to personally exhort that you do not monetarily support the bands The Remus Lupins or Ministry of Magic. The full reasons are unsettling and possibly triggering, so please proceed with caution, but if you want the full details click here. Simply put, it has been revealed that certain member/s of both bands did destructive, upsetting, and highly problematic things. While I can see the value of reviewing art no matter what the artist did on a grand society-level scale, I cannot morally allow myself to condone the financial support of these monsters, nonetheless exhorting people to do so. Now it is entirely possible this copypasta’d retroactive warning was placed on a negative review, making this sidebar somewhat moot, but I still feel it necessary to make these matters clear. Again, for full details and rumination click here, otherwise, please enjoy the article.]

This yawning chasm, this Frak Fraco portraitscape that stretches night-drenched like the balding skull of God lay yet unmarked by the Dark and though it does stir us and dons the great Jacket of My Evening I find it empty and with little to write about do stoke the flames of Blood Meridian for a longish opening sentence. If this album were a videogame it would be Shadow of the Colossus without the Colossi to cast shadows or be bosses to fight and if it were a movie it would be Sergio Leone’s without the close-ups or the guns blasting and striking exclamation points of smoke. If it were a smoothie it would contain only one fruit, and that fruit would be grape juice, which I don’t really mean as an insult because grape juice is my favorite juice but grape juice isn’t a smoothie! it’s just a juice. Smoothies should contain several types of fresh fruit of contrasting seed-age and flavor profile and be swirled through with a scoop of chilly ice and about a pint of an interesting juice like papaya or guava or white grapefruit and then be blended for like thirty seconds and topped with whipped cream. They can’t just be juice.



2010 in Review – Not What You Think

Yo – wordpress sent me this dealie, and I found the results interesting, and instead of tweetspamming them, decided to make a quick blog post.  No promises, but it’s possible this might not be the only post this week (if you count Sunday as the first day of the week, which I don’t, but whatever)…


“Out in the Cold, Wild, Yonder”

Welcome to the third day of Snobmas, and the first actual article since coming up with this crazy idea!  Today’ I’m going to review Oliver Boyd and the Remembralls’ song on Jingle Spells 4 (which you should buy, by the way), “Out in the Cold, Wild, Yonder”.



So, you may have noticed that after the Dark Times of the site redesign (oh, dancing horse guy, we barely knew ye), I started adding polls to the fancy new sidebar, and cycled them out with some level of regularity.  Now, roughly, what, a month?  Yeah, ’bout a month afterward, I now proudly present the formal results of OH SHIT IT’S SNOWING PEACE BITCHES

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