Sunday, July 29, 2007

Layne Staley

Staley's stark confessional lyrics are similarly effective, and consistently miserable. Sometimes he's just numb and apathetic, totally desensitized to the outside world; sometimes his self-justifications betray a shockingly casual amorality; his moments of self-recognition are permeated by despair and suicidal self-loathing.

Could there be a more convincing endorsement of the man's music? In an age of tripe "heavy metal" lacking in menace and convincing "darkness" makes me wonder why so many who follow the genre consider the 90's to be a "dead period". Most death and black metal today chant uselessly about this and that, but this music was the true black.