Time to Exit the Vault
Summertime is nigh ended! Tuesday begins classes anew! The Fall semester, my last undergrad semester, awaits!
On to business:
I recently downloaded an old TurboDuo game for the Wii's VC. That game is titled Lords of Thunder. As an elementary school lad without a TurboDuo, I only knew of Lords of Thunder through obscure video game magazine adverts. As time went on, I only knew of how "awesome" this game was.
How awesome is it?
Imagine the developers of the game, in Japan circa 1989, commissioning Manowar to write a concept album about a time-traveling David Lee Roth whisking away a young Brendon Small to the future of 2005, where they meet Children of Bodom and agree that Helloween's two volume concept album, Keeper of the Seven Keys, is the greatest over a banquet of game hen and mead.
It's that awesome.
I cannot stand optimistic, bopper, 1950s music. It honestly grates my brain. Yet, when played alongside imagery of a post-apocalyptic setting, I find it fun, wonderfully haunting, if not downright beautiful.
Observe.
Perhaps it is the raging irony that the modern pop culture scene has revered or perhaps it is as I suggested to Tim-Tim via the AIM:
ME: ...it is the audio/visual epitaph of the jet age
ME: and its utter failure to keep its promises.
Ours is the age of people without a veneer.
On to business:
I recently downloaded an old TurboDuo game for the Wii's VC. That game is titled Lords of Thunder. As an elementary school lad without a TurboDuo, I only knew of Lords of Thunder through obscure video game magazine adverts. As time went on, I only knew of how "awesome" this game was.
How awesome is it?
Imagine the developers of the game, in Japan circa 1989, commissioning Manowar to write a concept album about a time-traveling David Lee Roth whisking away a young Brendon Small to the future of 2005, where they meet Children of Bodom and agree that Helloween's two volume concept album, Keeper of the Seven Keys, is the greatest over a banquet of game hen and mead.
It's that awesome.
I cannot stand optimistic, bopper, 1950s music. It honestly grates my brain. Yet, when played alongside imagery of a post-apocalyptic setting, I find it fun, wonderfully haunting, if not downright beautiful.
Click to viewObserve.
Perhaps it is the raging irony that the modern pop culture scene has revered or perhaps it is as I suggested to Tim-Tim via the AIM:
ME: ...it is the audio/visual epitaph of the jet age
ME: and its utter failure to keep its promises.
Ours is the age of people without a veneer.