GUEST BLOG: LANDMINE MARATHON'S GRACE PERRY

A funny thing happened on the way to the blog…I listened to the first mix of Landmine's new album, Rusted Eyes Awake, and woke up three days later in my bedroom with a fucked-up headache and a sock full of Vaseline in my right hand. My bed was pushed up against the window with every sharp object in the house stabbed into the side, including every spoon, fork, and butter knife. A half-shaved cat (not my cat) was licking what looked like blood off its paws in the corner.





The rest of my house, smelling of whiskey, campfires, and sour milk, was an equally mysterious wreck. Eight teenage Chinese boys were chained together at the foot of the couch, naked and possibly not breathing. Every dish, pot, and pan in the kitchen was lying on the floor, broken or dented, while a small fire in the middle of the linoleum still burned. Three books, all copies of William Shatner's Tek War, kept the fire going. The thermostat was set to 40, and it was cold, so I warmed myself by the little fire, trying to pull together what the fuck had happened. My head still hurt, my legs hurt, and worst and most disturbing, my ass was killing me.

I realized then that the album, still playing on repeat, had somehow gotten turned up to full volume, becoming an indecipherable cacophony of brutality. I started to think that it was meant to be played that loud, that it took on a different meaning that way, somehow became a different album. I passed out again.

I woke up 10 minutes ago to the sound of the Chinese boys trying to escape. I found my laptop, which was covered in cat hair and honey, and wrote this for you. What the fuck happened, right? It seems the album blew my fucking mind. Some crazy shit went down. I'll never know exactly what, but I do know this: Rusted Eyes Awake, even in its embryonic state, inspired a brief psychotic binge/orgy/kill fest that I may never recall the true joy of. I'll be leaving for band practice in just a few short hours. Hopefully I can gain some sanity or sobriety by then.

XOXO
Grace


Grace, in a more innocent time.