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A Bit Too Much Detailed Review Of Periphery's "Juggernaut"

This week, I've decided to take a look at an album that came out earlier this year by going in-depth. Two albums, technically, but they're two parts of the same whole:



Periphery "Juggernaut: Alpha" ** and 1/3
                "Juggernaut: Omega" **and 1/3

I'd like to start this review by saying these two albums are all over the place, and not really in a good way.   It's kind of a perfect illustration of my love/hate/indifference relationship with Periphery as a whole.  Their first album killed, the second one was...okay, but something was off, and "Clear" can be written off as an experiment, if not for the fact it illustrates just what I didn't like about "Periphery II" in the first place:

I liked this band before they turned into Protest The Hero.

They needed to do something different; lord knows if they'd stuck with pure djent, we wouldn't be here, writer and reader, about to embark on an analysis of these two albums.…

Eulogy For Lorraine Nutter

Yesterday was my Grandma's memorial service.  I figured I'd share what I read:

I loved my grandma.  She was always sociable, always a gracious hostess...made the best cookie bars you've ever tasted.  Almost always smiling.  I think that's what I'll miss the most.  That beaming smile.  It reflected back into you and lit you up in return.

Everybody, do me a favor.  Just close your eyes a sec.  Close your eyes and imagine Lorraine smiling.  Eh?  I see it.  That's what I'm talking about.  That smile.  That ability to impart joy onto others just by interpersonal radiation.  If you hold onto one memory of Lorraine, as long as you live, hold onto that.  That feeling.  It's no wonder she was such a good waitress for so many years.  My Grandma was no doubt a people person.  She knew how to connect.

I didn't get to see my Grandma but twice a year growing up.  We lived in Hartland, her and Niles lived up here.  In the 80's it was a six hour drive one way, …