So I've been lax as of late. But that's because I've been making the most of California's moderate climes before I must return to the frostbitten wastelands of Washington. More on some of those experiences later. Currently, however, I'm going to institute a new periodic column. As the title indicates, it will be composed of whatever I am currently obsessed with; be it an idea, a website, or just mushrooms.
This week's obsession happens to be an album. Ghost's Opus Eponymous. Who ever said that lyrics about Satan and human sacrifice couldn't have a sexy hard rock swag to them?
While Ghost has nothing to do with the environment, I couldn't help but share their infectious Satanic grooves with my very small constituency. This is one of the most addicting albums I've listened to in recent times. The tremendous juxtaposition of the lyrics against its actual delivery is simply something you don't come across in today's world of strictly drawn genre lines. Maybe its charm will wear off soon, but for now I'm content to spin Opus Eponymous on repeat. These Swedes have me hooked.
And look, Ghost doesn't even need lyrics to write fucking awesome songs:
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