R.I.P.

Yesterday was the saddest day in metal since the brutal murder of Dimebag. Ronnie James Dio lost his battle with stomach cancer at 67 years of age. The term "metal god" is thrown around a lot in the metal community, but Dio may have been the definitive METAL GOD. He was there when this shit was invented. Plus, he was known for being one of the classiest guys in metal. I didn't get into Dio-related stuff until a year ago, but it didn't take me long to realize that he was one of the best singers on the planet. If you don't own Black Sabbath's Heaven and Hell, you are not metal. It's that simple. I can understand not owning every single record that Dio appeared on because he appeared on 1,734 records (and they're ALL worth listening to), but Heaven and Hell is a must.

On a lighthearted note, here's a list of the compact discs/cassette tapes I've been playing lately...

Cirith Ungol-King of the Dead
Heart-Dog and Butterfly
Arsis-Starve For the Devil
Immolation-Majesty and Decay
Deftones-Diamond Eyes
Trouble-Psalm 9
Grave-Soulless
Assjack-Assjack

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This whole resurrection process is taking WAY longer than expected. By the time I get on my computer, I'm in too much pain to think straight. I've thought about changing this blog's format to make it easier for me to update. Maybe instead of reviews, I could just post my random thoughts on random subjects. For instance, I'm debating whether or not to see the Elm Street remake. It sounds fucking atrocious. Freddy played an integral role in my childhood, so it infuriates me to no end to see Michael Bay bastardize him. I know that I shouldn't judge a film before seeing it, but in this case, it's awfully tempting.

I'll stew on the blog matter. I'm not really sure what to do.