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Metal Monday: Anthrax

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Right, there are four classic thrash metal bands, right? Metallica is the one everybody knows, good but overrated, Megadeth, the one started by the guy kicked out of Metallica, Slayer, serious and scary and finally Anthrax, not at all serious but the best of the lot (some of you might want to substitute Sepultura for any of the first three bands). And the reason they are the best of the big four is because they didn’t take everything so damn seriously. They didn’t sing about nazis and evil and death and satan, but had songs about Judge Dredd (as seen last week) and John Belushi. They were also one of the two bands that turned me into a metalhead back in ’87, ’88 or so, the other being Maiden. Discovering yank comics at the same time, nothing was as cool as reading the shoutouts to Watchmen, Batman and Judge Dredd in the liner notes of Amongst the Living.

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Twenty years ago today…

One of those moments where you knew the world you grew up in had changed. Those two-three years between the Fall of the Berlin Wall and the end of the Gulf War were incredible, when it seemed the whole world would be set free. I grew up in the eighties with regular nightmares about nuclear war and all of a sudden not only was the Cold War finished, but the worst oppressive regime in the world had actually freed the symbol of the resistance against it and was negotiating how to end itself. things looked so great and then it all turned to shit again, with South Africa today being the best evidence for the idea that having equal rights is a necessary, but not a complete condition for creating an equal society.

Shit day

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Yesterday was not good. Big things KI can deal with, like S. back in the hospital with a raging infection and a lot of pain and the prospect of staying there the whole of February, perhaps longer. You focus on the practical and don’t try to think about it too much in the small hours of the night, though that was a bit difficult last Thursday when they rang about the emergency operation. It’s the little things that fuck me up, like finding out I lost a work entry card on the train, coming back home to find a fuse on an external drive had shorted the electrics and other minor aggrievations like that. Things that can drive me into a cold rage at the best of times, but especially now.

So fuck it.