i'm confused, though. could you tell me how far a 'marked distance' is. exactly. i'd like to know how far back rob was while following his protagonist.

love this observation: their fate is a result of an "inability to recognize their place within a whirlpool of generic history". really, do you even know what that means?

"As days pass, marked by austere inter-titles that mark the days of the week…" i see. the passage of time is marked by titles that mark the passage of time.

might i say that this bit — ‘Lords’ is as compelling as it is because it’s driven by a creeping, albeit perhaps over-determined, sense of atmospheric dread. — is just too too. what type of dread, pray tell, is atmospheric? no, not just atmospheric dread, but the creeping kind. wait, there's more. it's not just creeping atmospheric dread, it's the kind that's over-determined to boot. (well, it's 'perhaps' over-determined, really. not, necessarily over-determined, just perhaps. maybe, probably, kinda over-determined). and!!!!…it's not as brass tacks as that — it's the 'sense' of a creeping (sorta) over-determined atmospheric dread. the sense of it. like, it's not really there but you sense it which makes it even more insidious.

duh duh dumm

could go on but… gotta say, your sentences are as florid as they are pointless.

keep it up playlist typists/writers. your work has as much creeping sense of intellectual smartness as it's ever had which, in turn, has the effect of making it more compelling than usually found paragraphs we read with our eyes every day.

We gave Rob Zombie's new album a pretty good review:

http://nowso.com/review-of-rob-zombies-venomous-rat-regeneration-vendor/

The fact he didn't really break new ground and stuck with his formula prevented it from being truly great.

i'm confused, though. could you tell me how far a 'marked distance' is. exactly. i'd like to know how far back rob was while following his protagonist.

love this observation: their fate is a result of an "inability to recognize their place within a whirlpool of generic history". really, do you even know what that means?

"As days pass, marked by austere inter-titles that mark the days of the week…" i see. the passage of time is marked by titles that mark the passage of time.

might i say that this bit — ‘Lords’ is as compelling as it is because it’s driven by a creeping, albeit perhaps over-determined, sense of atmospheric dread. — is just too too. what type of dread, pray tell, is atmospheric? no, not just atmospheric dread, but the creeping kind. wait, there's more. it's not just creeping atmospheric dread, it's the kind that's over-determined to boot. (well, it's 'perhaps' over-determined, really. not, necessarily over-determined, just perhaps. maybe, probably, kinda over-determined). and!!!!…it's not as brass tacks as that — it's the 'sense' of a creeping (sorta) over-determined atmospheric dread. the sense of it. like, it's not really there but you sense it which makes it even more insidious.

duh duh dumm

could go on but… gotta say, your sentences are as florid as they are pointless.

keep it up playlist typists/writers. your work has as much creeping sense of intellectual smartness as it's ever had which, in turn, has the effect of making it more compelling than usually found paragraphs we read with our eyes every day.

i'm confused, though. could you tell me how far a 'marked distance' is. exactly. i'd like to know how far back rob was while following his protagonist.

love this observation: their fate is a result of an "inability to recognize their place within a whirlpool of generic history". really, do you even know what that means?

"As days pass, marked by austere inter-titles that mark the days of the week…" i see. the passage of time is marked by titles that mark the passage of time.

might i say that this bit — ‘Lords’ is as compelling as it is because it’s driven by a creeping, albeit perhaps over-determined, sense of atmospheric dread. — is just too too. what type of dread, pray tell, is atmospheric? no, not just atmospheric dread, but the creeping kind. wait, there's more. it's not just creeping atmospheric dread, it's the kind that's over-determined to boot. (well, it's 'perhaps' over-determined, really. not, necessarily over-determined, just perhaps. maybe, probably, kinda over-determined). and!!!!…it's not as brass tacks as that — it's the 'sense' of a creeping (sorta) over-determined atmospheric dread. the sense of it. like, it's not really there but you sense it which makes it even more insidious.

duh duh dumm

could go on but… gotta say, your sentences are as florid as they are pointless.

keep it up playlist typists/writers. your work has as much creeping sense of intellectual smartness as it's ever had which, in turn, has the effect of making it more compelling than usually found paragraphs we read with our eyes every day.