{"id":82401,"date":"2018-07-25T11:00:38","date_gmt":"2018-07-25T16:00:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.toiletovhell.com\/?p=82401"},"modified":"2018-07-25T10:21:22","modified_gmt":"2018-07-25T15:21:22","slug":"an-anatomy-of-transition-tracks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/toiletovhell.com\/an-anatomy-of-transition-tracks\/","title":{"rendered":"An Anatomy of Transition Tracks"},"content":{"rendered":"
Ten years was a long time to wait, but [your favorite artist’s]<\/strong> new album finally dropped. You’ve had a rash since the pre-order announcement erupted from the graveyard dirt of their Facebook, promising just over half an hour of PURE FUKKING DEATH<\/strong>. With the buzz of the doorbell, the gatefold is in your hands. A sheen of sweat makes removing the purity ring from your finger a breeze\u2014you’ve been saving yourself, insulating against social media, the first single, the exclusive streams. The record spins…and a Casio string patch pierces your eardrums.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n This is fine<\/em>, you rationalize, it’s probably just an intro<\/em>. Flipping the LP over, you see the first track nestled amongst the melting skulls and gargoyles; it’s simply titled “Intro.” Your pulse quickens. The song’s been going four minutes, and the synth brass just kicked in, filling the room with the stench of Gorgonzola. You scan the A-Side tracklist and feel the blood vessels give way in the whites of your eyes. Next up: “Intro Pt. 2.” A scream rends your throat before you sink to the ground, inert.<\/p>\n