Rock of Ages (Rainbow: Ritchie Blackmore's Rainbow 1975)

Ahhhh . . . the instantly recognisable acoustic intro to that song. Me was but a wee lad when me first heard the epic & beautiful Temple of the King on radio's nightly Pilihan Anda programme.
But it was many years later before me actually got me mittens on a vinyl copy of the album above.

Ye could say the seeds of me future metaldom was planted by that song. And wot a fooking great tune. Its one of those which anybody with functioning eardrums will dig & made ye wished ye could play the guitar.

And there's nothing like a dose of classic rock to complete the weekend. Every home should have a copy of this & if ye've lost yers or the ancient tape is all fooked up, rectify it by clicking here: http://rapidshare.com/files/353451097/DET1975Rain.rar (Note password: deterrorizer)

Look forward to reading yer comments on this LP & the first time yer telinga caught wind of that almighty slow-rock anthem. Cheers!

Good Riddance . . .

"Ye can fool some people some of the time but ye cannae fool all the people all the time . . ." - Robert Nesta Marley.

That's right folks. BN are up to the usual tricks & are highlighting the supposed "mass exodus" of PKR lawmakers in recent weeks. Reasons afforded by these upstanding individuals:

1) Lim Guan Eng is "arrogant"

2) PKR has lost its ideals

3) PKR has no voice in Pakatan Rakyat

4) Stifling of members dissent

5) Blah fooking blah . . .

Wot a load of fooking codswallop me says. Does BN expect the people to suddenly panic, nod our heads & start waving BN banners? Even those who used to vote fer BN are under nay illusion about the fooking mess the ruling party are in.

The MIC is a spent force & the wig-wearing thug is still clinging on to power at the expense of the community he allegedly represents. The MCA has been torn asunder by internal squabbling which is far worse than wot is happening in PKR. UMNO? Resorting to arson & wild boar hunting underlines how fooking desperate these arse wipes have become.

So wot if a few fook faces decide to leave when Anwar is facing more trumped up charges in a kangaroo court. Good riddance to bad fooking rubbish me says. And if ye'd to rifle thru the news sites, ye'll find a similar sentiment in the comments section. People are just NOT buying this shite anymore.

Anyone who accuses me of being naive & sings the "they're all the same" mantra, please note that the opposition has NOT spewed any Utusan-type crap & it's up to us make a change. Shout long enough, someone might just hear ye . . .

Once again, me plays the broken record - Stand up & be counted, please register to vote! Tis time we kick these racist, corrupt & amoral fooks out of Putrajaya!

To read article: http://www.themalaysianinsider.com/index.php/malaysia/54928-zaid-questions-defectors-reasons-for-leaving-party-

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ps: Let's just hope that pricks like Zulkifli Nordin will among those who leave . . .

Are ye morbid? (Celtic Frost: Morbid Tales)

The Mozzer paid me humble abode a visit last week & ,of course, we got blasted on metal & rum. One of the records that impressed him was the debut EP from Thy Mighty Frost. Am surprised that so many metal fans are ignorant of these Swiss avant garde outfit's work given their stature.

Suffice to say, they are fooking influential in extreme metal circles. Just look at the bands who have covered their tunes - Obituary, Enslaved, Sepultura - should give ye an idea of their standing & importance. And like Napalm Death who came after them, Thy Mighty Frost is hugely responsible fer shaping the landscape of extreme metal as we knows it.

This EP was Celtic Frost's debut after Tom G Warrior & Martin Eric Ain folded Hellhammer. Its raw, primal & full of that underground buzz. Me first heard this when a senior at me college lent me a tape copy. Me almost shit me pants. Me was just getting to know me metal ropes via Maiden & the fledgling Bay Area Thrash scene & this just sounded like nothing else out there. Dark, scary & almost unbearbly heavy, making me tender (then) virgin ears bleed . . .

Anyone who likes their metal HEAVY, me seriously recommends ye check this out. Its legendary fer a reason. Plus any band that can count HR Giger as a fan must certainly warrant a sliver of yer precious time.

To download Celtic Frost's Morbid Tales (1984), please click here: http://www.mediafire.com/?2mjyzzf5cnd

And fer those of ye who can understand German, here's a pretty neat documentary on the band! Have a great weekend!!!

The Dirty Dozen (The Smiths 7" singles box set)

If like me, the words 'Limited Edition' or 'rare collector's item' stamped on the side of a CD or LP sends ye into a frothy-mouthed frenzy, then check this out me pedigree chums.

Found this at Rock Corner (KLCC) last week. Containing the first 12 seven inchers (in CD format) by The Smiths at a mere RM120, this is a grand way to transport yerself back to the mid-80s. Ye may already own all the tunes but there's nothing like having it repackaged in something a wee bit special & looks good in a display cabinet. Top it all off, the songs on these discs ain't half bad either though me wifey begs to differ.

To some, The Smiths is the singular most important thing to have happened to British music. To others, Morrissey is just a whiny vegan twat. Ye be the judge.

Also includes two rare singles & poster. Hurry whilst stocks lasts!

If yer NOT a record collector & just wanna sample the tunes on offer, please click here to download this box set: http://www.mediafire.com/?jr15jbecmzm



ps: The Mozzer himself dropped by me humble abode yesterday & the sight of this box set had him salivating like a rabid mongrel . . . BUT a mongrel with a quiff though.

pps: This is also specially fer El Premo - Many Happy Returns!

ppps: Gong Xi Fa Cai everyone & me leaves ye with this classic TOTP performance. Enjoy!!!

Desire . . .

Why are nice things always so daaaaaamn expensive?

Its not the purchase price, rather the maintenance . . .

Been car hunting recently & have had me head turned by this beautiful Fiat Coupe. Quite a few around & prices range from RM30,000 to RM85,000. But its the horror stories me hears from other coupe owners that have put a halt to me dreaming (eg timing belt change: RM1500 / brake pump: RM1700 etc etc). Fooking hell . . .

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Shaking the Apple Tree

Anyone seen the papers lately?

A top govt aide labels Indians as beggars & Chinese women as hookers (at a 1Malaysia seminar no less!!!). But the only news you read is how Anwar supposedly buggered his oh-so-helpless assistant.

C'mon people, time to see thru the fooking bullshit.

Let's not lose sight of wot a racist, corrupt & morally bankrupt regime BN is & that ye should keep HARPING on that message even if it pisses off people around ye.

Me leaves with ye with this quote . . .

"“The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe. You have to make it fall.” - Ernesto Che Guevara

Thani Session PtIII

Ok, long time no get-together fer thani & yak session. So Tinesh is set fer his down under university experience & would like to meet up before he fooks off.

Venue: Rennie's Pub, Jln Gasing (opposite EPF building)
Date: 6th Feb, Sat.
Time: 7pm onwards

Me knows the Merseyside derby is on & early kick off at that but there's Astro @ Rennie's. So wot say ye?

Regulars - you know who ye are, so please leave yer responses in comment box . . .

Spanish 101

Ye learn something new everyday. And today, me pedigree chums, we are privileged to add a few choice Spanish phrases to our vocabulary.

'Chupamedias' meaning 'boot licker' (ie more polite way of saying 'cock sucking ingratiate') . . .

AND

'Tarado' meaning 'moron'. (ie more polite way of saying 'brainless fooking arsehole').

This lesson in espanyol was brought to ye courtesy of Senor Carlos Tevez (see below) . . . (*snigger*) . . .

From the Times - The sock exchange
Carlos Tévez used the Spanish word “chupamedias” to describe Gary Neville. It translates as “sock-sucker” or “boot-licker”. Later in the radio interview he labelled the Manchester United captain “tarado” (or moron).

To read full article, please click here: http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/sport/football/premier_league/manchester_city/article6997725.ece

Also, please cast yer vote at: http://www.guardian.co.uk/football/poll/2010/jan/22/gary-neville-moron-carlos-tevez-manchester-united

Samba Metal! (Sepultura: Roots)

Me tries to reacquaint meself with some old chestnuts everyday by picking a different CD fer the car & today's choice brought into sharp focus as to why, once upon a time, Sepultura were considered the planet's finest metal exponents.

Like machine gun fire, the staccato rhythms shuddered me rain-doused senses into life this morning & transformed the commute to work into a 40km-long headbanging session!!!

This was the album which saw the band become a Brazilian metal band rather than a metal band that happened to hail from Brazil. Best example of this is the way in which Sepultura cleverly incorporated various traditional & aboriginal percussion into their famously furious drum style. But the tracks themselves are what maketh the album & this LP is fooking filled to the brim with supreme cranium damagers. From the hate-filled scream of the title track to the Led Zep III-moments of Kaiowas, each & every one of these tunes pack a wallop as hard as a John Arne Riise freekick.

Alongside Pantera's A Vulgar Display of Power, this album is probably one of thrash metal's greatest opuses. Filled with angry anthems about the problems besetting their society (eg Policia), this was no empty vessel of an album. They also highlighted the plight of indigenous Amazon tribes & were able to create a masterpiece which had the perfect balance of melody, heaviness & socially-conscious lyrics.

Like many others, me actually plays the earlier LPs far more often than this but there's nay fooking denying that the band were at their creative (& heaviest) peak during Roots.

To download Sepultura's Roots (1996), please go to: http://www.mediafire.com/?54cgztd2jzz

As usual, me looks forward to reading yer comments on this landmark LP.

Dem Basterd Yanks

Fooking hell . . . are these cunts ever gonna fook off?

Insult Plumbs LFC To New Depths
By Oliver Kay (Times UK)

"Blow me, ****face. Go to hell. I’m sick of you."

As an epitaph to the calamitous Hicks-Gillett regime at Liverpool, the ten-word e-mail sent by Tom Hicks Jr at 4am on Saturday, in response to a polite message from a concerned supporter, ticked just about every box. Brash, arrogant, offensive, crass, uncouth, contemptuous and hopelessly naive, it was the defining moment of almost three years of blundering, back-biting and broken promises at Anfield.

Hicks Jr, the son of Tom Hicks, the co-owner, eventually apologised to the supporter in question for "losing my temper and using bad language with you", calling it "a kneejerk reaction". A jerk’s reaction would probably be a better way of putting it and a more considered, appropriate response now would be to resign from his position on the club’s board.
But still, at least it was an apology; Liverpool’s supporters have been waiting a long time for one of those.

Hicks and George Gillett Jr made all the right noises when they swaggered into Liverpool in February 2007, red-and-white scarves draped around their shoulders, oozing folksy charm and pledging, among other things, to start building work on a new stadium within 60 days (oops), not to take the club into debt (it now stands at around £245 million), to be accessible ("go to hell") and "to add to the lustre of the club, not detract from it" ("blow me, ****face").

For a company director to insult a customer in such a way (and, yes, it irks to use such terminology) is a disgrace and yet somehow it is not the foul-mouthed language that irks most about Hicks Jr’s e-mail. Far worse is the contempt that runs through every word: contempt for the concerns expressed by a supporter who, without further comment, sent him a link to an article in the Liverpool Echo in which concerns were expressed about Rafael Benítez’s alarming struggle to find money to invest in a depleted, demoralised squad that is in severe danger of missing out on Champions League qualification.

The supporters’ concerns for Liverpool’s future, short and long term, are legitimate. Benítez appeared to acknowledge for the first time over the weekend that he may be forced to sell players such as Fernando Torres if they fail to qualify for next season’s Champions League — previously, in an interview with The Times in November, he had said he would resign rather than tolerate such a scenario — and for Hicks Jr to sneer at such concerns, whether he uses foul-mouthed insults or wit worthy of Oscar Wilde, is not acceptable.

For the sake of balance, it is worth pointing out here that Hicks, Gillett and their families have been subjected to some rather less civil e-mails and, according to Gillett, telephone calls since their ill-conceived dalliance with Liverpool took the first of many turns for the worse.
On a visit to Merseyside two years ago Hicks Jr decided, flanked by minders, to go for a post-match drink in The Sandon pub "because I have wanted to go for quite some time to see the birthplace of the club and I also wanted the opportunity to have a direct talk with some of the supporters". Suffice to say it was a brief conversation.

Liverpool’s supporters did everything to make Hicks and Gillett feel welcome in the spring of 2007. Unless it has been burnt, whether out of embarrassment or anger, there is a fan somewhere with a banner that, echoing the words of the MasterCard advert, ends with the phrase "for everything else, there’s George and Tom".

It was not until the season after — the unedifying and very public spats with Benítez, the talks with Jürgen Klinsmann, the decision to take the club heavily into debt, the continuing fiasco over the stadium — that warmth turned to hostility of the type that the Glazer family faced on their early visits to Manchester United.

Outsiders mistake the antiAmerican sentiment on Merseyside as a misplaced sense of empathy with Benítez. They look at the purchases of Torres, Javier Mascherano, Robbie Keane, Glen Johnson and others and suggest that Benítez, having been backed to the hilt, has only himself to blame for Liverpool’s failure to win a first league title since 1990. That is a different argument and a spurious one; whatever Benítez’s perceived faults — and his judgment in the transfer market last summer, albeit faced with a constrained budget, was highly questionable — he is far from being Liverpool’s weakest link.

Hicks and Gillett have made some good appointments in the commercial and financial sphere, helping to drive up the club’s revenue, but none of that counts for a bean when Liverpool were forced to pay £36.5 million in interest last season (and, at best, a similar figure this campaign). Ivan Gazidis, the Arsenal chief executive, said in an interview with The Times last week that "not all debt is bad", pointing out how the club’s interest bills are more than covered by the revenue generated by the move to the Emirates Stadium. Liverpool’s debt, by contrast, is very bad, existing for no other reason than to prop up a regime that, in every other sense, ran out of credit long ago.

Gillett took the unusual step of telephoning me the last time I criticised him and Hicks, telling me I had "got it all wrong" and that "debt per dollar, we are in a far better position than our rivals". His response was certainly more polite and more reasoned than that from Hicks Jr in the early hours of Saturday, but my deep reservations were not overcome. It is not a case of saying that Gillett or Hicks or their sons are bad people. It is simply the case that, between them, they have repeatedly shown themselves to lack the qualities needed to be worthy owners of Liverpool Football Club.

In February 2007 — the day he said that "the shovel needs to be in the ground within 60 days" with regards to the construction of a new stadium, where two years, 11 months and four days on, no shovel has yet been seen — Gillett said that "this isn’t about making money. This is about winning and passion and tradition".

Yet passion has been directed in all the wrong areas, traditions have been ignored, the aforementioned lustre has been tarnished and the widespread belief persists that they would be as willing as ever to sell up if they could be guaranteed a huge enough profit to show for all their hard work and dedication to the Liverpool cause.

That will be the final insult, when they depart — whether it is in six weeks, six months or six years — with a profit to their name. Hicks Jr’s e-mail in the early hours of Saturday was merely the latest, but, with those ten words, he plumbed new depths. Next time he is passing The Sandon, he would be advised to keep walking.