Two posts in one week?! Youve got to be shitting me.
Honestly, I am only just able to get back into my blog for the first time since The Swarm post. For some reason my computer at work would not let me connect to blogger. I couldnt even see comments or anything. Pretty budget. So somehow that has worked it's self out and here we are now.
So a few months back I finally decided to check out Damezumari. I had heard the name a number of times and had always intended to give them a listen but somehow time kept passing and when I finally did it was like some sort of revelation. In fact, it was almost biblical in proportions, like Moses parting the Red Sea, the aqueous landscape spliteth apart before mine eyes and there, on the other side was Damezumari, wreathed in white light, beckoning me forth to its aural pleasure, no shame in its eyes for my callous disregard for their ultimate tunage.
And thus it was folks. I was hooked, like Mrs. McCain on painkillers. I just couldnt get enough. Honest to God*, to Yahweh*, Joe Hova* even, I couldnt believe that I had survived without it this long.
Whats all the hoopla about? Well now that I built it up so much I have to deliver some awesome catchphrases and crucial comparisons to lure you into this revelatory glory that is Damezumari. But why, why do you need that? Why do you need my arbitrary pseudo-intellectual, grade school descriptors? When music is this driving and this crucial, isnt just enough that it exists? No! You need to give this a listen and see for yourself. Experience the complex flavors of angst and bliss, the heartfelt words and the twisting spiraling guitars of one Eric T. Listen and make them your own.
In all seriousness though, I am just being campy, Campy Campertons over here. Eric was nice enough to give me the green light to post this up for you guys to enjoy. In so far as I can tell Eric is the only mainstay of the band with a rotating cast of drummers and bass players. Whoever he finds to fill these spots though are some seriously awesome musicians. The songs all lock together in a fireworks display of emotive hardcore music. I believe you can still buy some of their wonderful screenprinted records from the band themselves. So if you are into vinyl than its a worthwhile purchase after you have digested these six songs here. Go visit their myspace and give them a shout and be sure to keep visiting here as I'll have some more upcoming stuff soon.
Credit for the below photos goes to Melissa Robbins.
* Zen and the Art of Face Punching does not specifically endorse God, Yahweh or Joe Hova or any other related deities. Damezumari on the other hand is fully endorsed.