As is often the case, I rarely complete anything I start such as blog posts and video games. In both cases, it’s just because I’m both lazy and get bored quickly. So in an effort to finally finish up writing about the recording of WAR (which all two of you read), I’m going to try and probe the deep recesses of my drug-addled, alcohol-deteriorated grey matter and finish this fucker. Then right after I’m going to play L.A. Noire on Xbox. But in all honesty, it bores me thinking about it...
So Saturday rolls around and I record my bass tracks. I remember a bucket of chicken, a prostitute, and an uneasy feeling of dread that I may have the Clap. Some of these memories are false, I just know it. Kinda like the false memories those creepy altar boys have of a priest molesting them. You know that’s bullshit!!
I digress. I thought I’d be able to knock out the bass tracks quickly but lo’ and behold, something sounds fishy. The tuning is off slightly and it’s noticeable enough that it drives Haddad insane as he keeps playing back tracks telling Bodybag and me that something’s not right. Turns out it’s an intonation problem...plus I was playing the wrong notes! Hahahaha No one’s ever called us a professional band so why start now? I will defend myself on the wrong notes thing though. Turns out Bodybag made some last minute riff adjustments and neglected to tell me about it. I recovered quickly and the bass tracks were complete in a few hours. I’m not really one for show or flair when it comes to bass. 90 percent of the time I’m just providing a low-end rumble so the guitars can work their magic. It’s more of a workman-like attitude instead of artistic. Going back and listening to the finished product today, I wish I could go and rerecord some parts with a tad bit more flair. Hindsight is...ah well, you know the rest.
Several days later Abominator started his vocal tracks. Except this time he wasn’t drunk and he doesn’t smoke anymore so all the vile, yellow, chunky phlegm that used to come up every time he would record or do a show is gone. He has the voice like a choir of angels! For a while there it seemed that we were recording a Power Metal album as he hit some high notes that would put his favorite band Hammerfall to shame. We eventually had to persuade Abominator that Gravehill was still, technically, a Death/Thrash Metal band and he should just stick to what we practiced. So he jumped to his usual gravelly-edged vocal pattern and completed the songs within a couple of hours. Thorgrimm, Hellfiend, and myself did some backing “gang bang” vocals and the raw recording process was pretty much finished. Hmmm...it IS “gang bang” vocals correct? Why does that not sound right...?
Thorgrimm and Bodybag were planning on traveling to Ryan Butler’s (Landmine Marathon) pad in Arizona to put a spit-shine polish on the tracks. Abominator and I had to work and Hellfiend was too busy fondling freshly grown fruit to attend the epic mastering session. But with the advances in technology, we got to hear most of the rough cuts.
I should add that my attempt at putting together the sound samples you hear on the album was a complete failure. Luckily some of the samples were salvaged while most were chucked. Oh well, que sera sera! THE END!!
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