I've had Ceremony of Opposites for a long time. This is a relic of the good old days when I would walk to the mall with friends and buy any album I could find by a metal band I had vaguely heard of. Most of those albums have been sold on ebay by now, but a few turned out to be pretty good. And nearly 10 years later, when I finally got into black metal, this one turned out to be one of the best.
Most of my blog posts are about albums which I've only recently heard. But this post was inspired by a particular memory of my middle school life. As soon as I put this album on, I am brought back to the guest bedroom at my grandmother's house. It was one particular time, I was staying there and listening to this album. It just stuck with me unexplicably. That happens occasionally - I also have a memory of one particular Napalm Death cd which I was listening to at one particular intersection in Maine. Weird how that works.
It seems pretty ridiculous that I own an album which depicts Jesus bleeding from his skull, and I associate it with sleeping at my grandmother's house. Clearly this is the album responsible for my atheism. Actually, at the time that I bought this, I was still heavily influenced by my Catholic upbringing. One of the last songs had the lyrics "I spit at your god's face, I piss on the cross, I vomit on the holy bible, I shit on the blessed whore and her bastard son". I was legitimately traumatized. I think it turned me off of the album for a while.
I don't know what I'm trying to say here. I've been drinking a little bit and I don't feel like writing this anymore. The album fucking owns. Ben and Antonia should listen to it. The end.
