Riff Of The Week: Projection Edition

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You’re (y)our only hope.

Last week we doused ourselves in mayo and asked to speak to the manager for our White Edition of Riff Of The Week. Fittingly, the vitamin D deprived sadgoth cohort were out in full force to vote for their pale kings in Type O Negative. However, I’m awarding victory to Thantifaxath as this will keep the dorks depressed (their preferred state), and thus everyone happy.

This week our theme was Projection, i.e. I asked you to send in riffs from songs that describe you. Here’s what you sent in…

DeathToFalseMetal
Acid Bath – ‘Jezebel’ (Riff @ 0:00)

“If I took this cigarette and put it out on you…
Would you love me?”

“Broken glass and dirty needles
Soul erosion truth
Electric God
Our Superman found dead in a telephone booth.”

Yeah, pretty much sums it up for me.


Spear
Nevermore – “No More Will” (Riff @ 1:26)

Maybe a little melodramatic, but I’m tired. Too much violence. Tension and fighting between friends. Rampant political corruption. Throw in some crippling depression and I’m just ready to call it quits. At least we’ll always have sweet Jeff Loomis riffs.


GoatForest
Nethermost Majesty – “Pestifer” (Riff @ 0:29)

If I’m gonna project myself onto a riff, it’s gonna be one I co-wrote and performed on, damnit!


Howard Dean
In Solitude – “Inmost Nigredo” (Riff @ 6:42)

I’ve already submitted W.A.S.P. “Mean Man” for a previous RotW, so I didn’t want to repeat (plus that would be like a projection of projection, so kinda too meta and pathetic). This song/album levels me. Christ I’m tearing up just writing about it. The tremolo riff in this closing track is huge and beautiful and moving–somehow incredibly sad and uplifting at the same time. I consider myself a pretty happy dude, but as I’ve aged into some kind of early onset manopause I’m more prone to being moved and emotional about things. Basically I’ve become a pussy. And I’m OK with that.


Lacertilian
Autopsy – ‘Twisted Mass Of Burnt Decay’ (Riff @ 0:09)

My spine’s all fucked.
I’m unfit.
Skin is toasted from years working in the scorching southern sun.
And my brain is steadily souring into a viscous shitslime.
I’m a Twisted Mass Of Burnt Decay.

Who?

Next week I want riffs from albums featuring snow in their cover art.
As always anyone can submit.
Submission details below.

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