So this is it. Meat, Metal & Mayhem is disbanding into two separate blogs, so you, the reader, don’t have to sift through a bunch of crap that doesn’t interest you. Below is where you can find me:
Meat Makes The Man - Charcuterie and other protein-related wonders.
Manly, Manly Metal - Heavy metal blogging at its worst.
Gamers Association - Video game journalism from me to you. Here’s me.
See you at the new digs, gang.
-MM&M
If you want to follow my musings on Meat, Metal or Mayhem (video games, duh), I have created separate blogs for them. Well, kind of. Let’s break it down.
For all your Meat needs, I present Meat Makes the Man. All my old meat posts are linked here, and I will be posting all new content here.
For all your Metal needs, I present Manly, Manly, Metal. Samsies as meat. All odd stuff is linked and all new will be posted here.
Mayhem is no more. Flat-out. I’m writing for a little site called Gamers Association. But, you can see all my stuff here, on my author page.
Alright, there’s nothing to see here. Move along.
Some say heavy metal’s a young man’s game. Who knows. But it certainly is a healthy man’s game. When you’re sick, there’s nothing less enticing than turning on loud music and cramming earbuds into your slippery ear canals. I want nothing invasive to my body, except chocolate chip cookies and tea. So, after being hosed down with illness for the last week or so, I’m back.
With great pleasure, I am here to tell you that Every Time I Die’s newest, Ex Lives, doesn’t suck. In fact, it’s good.
Lonzino’s done. And by done I mean done and successful. Whew. It’s been a long time (almost a year!) since I began practicing meat curing in its various forms. However, I consider this my first, real victory. Meat vs. Air vs. Salt vs. Mold vs. Time.
As action packed as that all sounds, it was quite nerve-wracking and boring to watch this meat cure. Let’s recap.
If there is one genre of metal that gets me going it’s got to be blackened thrash. As much as I hate labels for music, I consistently find great albums that fly under the moniker. Oddly enough I’m not wild about black metal and get bored quickly with thrash. It’s a crazy, mixed up world, man.
So, in the esteemed tradition of head-banging and shredding, I present Goatwhore’s Blood For the Master.
Moving on! Lonzino’s been updated. Let’s move on to another much more hands-on (and -in) project. Sausage. This was my first time, so yikes where to begin?
Let’s just dive right in. It’s a long-ass post. Beware.
So, the lonzino’s been hanging for 15 days, taking this entire project to 25 days running. Wow. By far the most time I’ve ever invested in a project. As you can see from the week-old image above, it’s much different from when it went into the chamber.
Tighter, darker … moldier. Just how I like my women.
For my latest album write-up, I’m finding it really difficult to get the damn thing started. Lacrima Mortis, by The 11th Hour, is a very polished and well thought out album, that much is true. It’s attention to detail is remarkable in a way that few metal albums are, placing walls of sound next to solo, clean vocals and everything in between. But still, I just can’t find a place to jump off.
Hmm, the clean vocals also sound a lot like Ed Kowalczyk, of the crappy 90’s band Live … but, as I write that, I realize that might not be the best selling point. Well, not really “a lot” but the similarities are there. Either way, I digress.
Meat time! C’mon, everybody, let’s sing the Meat Time song. It’s meat time, it’s meat time! It’s meat tiiime! It’s meat tiiiime! IT’S! MEAT! TIIIIIIMMMMMMMEEEEEE!!!!! Where were we? Oh, yes. Lonzino and duck breast prosciutto.
Let’s get the good news out of the way first.
I can hear it all the way over here. Everyone clamoring for more meat. Meat, it never changes. The very first word you see when you come here has been strangely absent in 2012. Well, let’s get going already!
Lonzino.
