Consider a tree: A woody perennial with an elongated stem, studded with branches from its midsection to its top, bare at its bottom. Looking from the window, this is a rather accurate definition; yet further delineation is required. What value is afforded by further fleshing? Is the tree coniferous? Deciduous? What of the Cypress, Spruce, Cedar, Deodar, and Pine?
When Nietzsche shat on all the “spuces and cedars,” rumbling into the room like a rhinoceros and toppling over carelessly crafted conclusions as so many argumentative structures doomed by their frail premises, few heard the thunder in his words: “There are woody perennials, only shrubs and grasses.”
AC/DC
Flick of the Switch
Atlantic; 80100-2; 1983
AC/DC’s first platter in 21 months is a much welcomed nest of nasty. Making better on Pigmeat Markham's architectural anabasis, Angus & Co. craft a hit record devoid of hits; there ain’t a radio friendly piece of strange in the set.
Starting with the burbling plate of spaghetti that is “Rising Power,” and ending with the rhinoceros carelessly toppling over of “Brain Shake,” Melbourne’s madmen have tired of saluting those about to rock, and have taken up the act in sweaty fuckin’ brio; join in or get out of the goddamn way.
And Malcolm Young is Pog.
― poise is shit, Wednesday, 14 September 2005 19:18 (twenty years ago)