TOOL - C/D!?

My friend Tom out here says that when he went to get the album on the day of release, they had already sold out at the Best Buy he was at, and the various fans there forlornly looking for a record and commiserating with him on the state of affairs included a Mexican-American woman in her late forties and a biker dude in his late twenties or so. Tool, the band that brings everyone together (when the uberfans don't get in the way).

"Its sound can change because of technology, but most of the time you can´t guess the release year of a song you don´t know. It doesn´t follow trends."

"Its music does not have lyrics with common topics you can found in radio"

A Perfect Tool among many!

maybe it's the political climate, or perhaps it's the effect of the internet becoming more pervasive and ubiquitous than ever. perhaps it is the entering of saturn into uranus, activating thelemic archetypes on the third level of the etheric plane. perhaps i am tired and trying too hard.

so: did it grow? because after one listen i'm not sure when i'll go back. surprisingly dull. but i have this sneaking suspicion i need to put more time in with it; that i missed something.

OTM. Seen them in Düsseldorf last week, they're pretty amazing.

Keep at the vineyard, Keenan, don't mind the studio.

"Tool's dense, often quasi-religious lyrics have always been among the most overwrought in mainstream metal -- no small feat. But the music has such anthemic power that even the most cynical listener can find himself chanting along to lines like "To ascend, you must die!/You must be crucified!"

On 10,000 Days, their fourth album, Tool maintain a level of craftsmanship and virtuosity unparalleled in metal. On the opener, "Vicarious," the quartet reprises its primary formula, which dates back to the 1993 debut, Undertow: Each player keeps his own syncopated version of the central groove until they unite for the first of many spine-tingling crescendos -- then, just as sharply, the foursome de-crescendos into a brooding instrumental jam, as the rhythmic and melodic lines meander and cross until the next explosion. The web of shifting dynamics and time signatures sounds so primal, so visceral, that any lyrical message seems incredibly important.

Singer Maynard Keenan's operatic vocals, alternately simmering and shrill, are more personal and less pretentious here than ever before. The album title refers to the time between when Keenan's mother became paralyzed in the 1980s and when she died, in 2003, an experience that inspires some of Keenan's most poignant lyrics yet ("10,000 days in the fire is long enough/You're going home"). More than fifteen years into Tool's career, he has composed words with the depth and resonance to match the music."

no comment.

Simon: I really kinda mainline Tool at this point -- I hesitate to say they do no wrong, but anyway. Like I mentioned above, my initial listens were a bit deflating, but then I caught the 'mood' of the album, for lack of a better term, and it all made sense.

Whatever your feelings towards them that description is just wrong. I would have thought The Guardian could afford to employ more kowledgable writers.

It's worse than the rest of their authorial voice, if that's possible.

Whereas I think a lot of people noticed the dead rat. It's just that most of us don't find it at all pleasant or interesting, and even most of the rest of us never thought to use it as an excuse to feel superior to people. People don't need to be felt superior to. We're just over there doing a thing, okay, Tool? You can leave us alone now.

You have your dead rat to occupy you, right?

And maybe you can hold up the rat as though it were a puppet and, apropos of nothing, deliver a monologue in a fake rat voice about God and turnips or something else which is OMG Completely Random. That will show people that you are Well-Rounded and Not Too Serious. Nice work, Tool.

http://toolshed.down.net/pix/10k_promo/02.jpg

THEY ARE A BAND BRO. GOD U R DUMB.

How about this for an exercise. Give me the lyrics of one Tool song. Any Tool song. Then try to act like they're defensible.

"Du Cotton-Eyed Liquid Leiben...BUT WHO'S BUYING?"

How about this for an exercise. Give me the lyrics of one Tool song.

You fail. (We're here to talk about music, not your fucking poetry slams.)

"IF THERE'S NO REAL MEANING IN THE LYRICS THEN IT MEANS NOTHING! AND NO REAL HUMOR EITHER!"

"..."

Tool - Hooker With a Penis

I met a boy wearing vans, 501s, and a
Dope beastie t, nipple rings, and
New tattoos that claimed that he
Was ogt,
From 92,
The first ep.

And in between
Sips of coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin out,
Layin down,
Suckin up
To the man.

Well now Ive got some
A-dvice for you, little buddy.
Before you point the finger
You should know that
Im the man,

And if Im the man,
Then youre the man, and
Hes the man as well so you can
Point that fuckin finger up your ass.

All you know about me is what Ive sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.

I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.

So Ive got some
Advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that
Im the man,
If Im the fuckin man
Then youre the fuckin man as well
So you can
Point that fuckin finger up your ass.

All you know about me is what Ive sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.

I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.

All you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on tv
Is a product
Begging for your
Fatass dirty
Dollar

So...shut up and

Buy my new record
Send more money
Fuck you, buddy.