The Blog of CCJAD

Okay, so writing this on a train that's not moved in a while in an attempt to stop me freaking out, so appologies for any logic leaps or terrible incoherency.

I was talking to a friend earlier, the writer of Thoughts from a Moogle, about our top 5 favourite albums of all time, and was thinking I should write brief reviews on all of mine. So, here comes the first in a series of 5:
Album 5: Iron Maiden's Death on the Road.

This could be considered cheating a bit, since it is after all a live album, and technically a compilation, but that doesn't stop it being absolutely fantasatic.
From the famous Maiden latin opening to the closing notes of the iconic Run to the Hills, every song on this album (with the probable exception of Journeyman, which all things considered seems an odd choice) is utterly anthemic.
As far as musical technique goes, I hardly need to comment on this one. It's Iron Fucking Maiden. They practically pioneered british metal single handedly, and Bruce 'Air Siren' Dickinson's voice isn't losing any power with age.
Now, as this is a recording of the tour for the Dance of Death album, which I'd personally consider one of their best, it's a glorious mix of classic Maiden (Wrathchild, The Trooper, and of course Run to the Hills) and the cream of the crop from that - Paschendale and the titular Dance of Death are the two that spring to mind, making for an eclectic mix to satisfy any Maiden fan, and a fantastic album even if you're not an avid follower of Eddie and the boys.
Sadly the crowd still lack the ability to keep in time. Oh well.

AFTER-POST EDIT: added bonus feature!
Chris' Favourite Track - Wildest Dreams

So! Next time, I'll be reviewing album number 4... what will it be? Who knows? Well, me, obviously.
Catch you next time, hopefully with less insane crazy train fuck-ups,
Chris.

So, I'm pretty bored, and want to write a blog post. But would you believe it, I've got nothing to write on! So I thought I'd try an experiment. We all love experiments, don't we? At least as long as they blow up at the end, which could well happen! Now, fellow readers, let's take a trip into the verbose caverns of my subconscious mind and see what leaps out.

Recently started playing Dissidia: Final Fantasy on PSP (sadly in japanese), and it is a magnificent fangame. Except it's actually an official fighting game, with combat bearing a striking resemblance to the Kingdom Hearts 2 style of gameplay (read: it's fast paced, simple, and fun). Everything looks fantastic, other than some slight roboticisms with the characters during cutscenes, and the soundtrack is nigh-on heavenly, with some of the finest remixes of classic FF tunes ever created.
Of course, the main problem with the game is it's REALLY BLOODY HARD. Seriously, it's insanity, the computer opponents gladly kick your pathetic meaty arse to hell and out the other side. It could just be that my understanding of moonspeak isn't sufficient to get the intricacies of the levelling and item systems, but seriously, it's really, really hard. What.

Animal Crossing: City Folk came out on Wii a couple of weeks back. I refuse to be dragged back into my addiction, and really wasn't interested till I was shown a shot of the Majora's Mask item proudly displayed in someone's room. Of course, my internal raging fanboy went nuts, since Majora's Mask is clearly one of the finest games ever to be created - a rant for a later post, perhaps - and now I'm severely tempted.
I need help.

Right, getting slightly long here, but I think we've got time for one last rant! Seems I need to practice keeping things short, don't I? Well, might as well end on a different note. For once, it's not a game! Yes, I do have other hobbies too, shocking as that may sound. I even have a social life every few weeks, you heard it here first, folks. No, this time, I'm going to briefly mention my favourite band on the planet ever.
And that band is Coheed & Cambria.
...you know what, let's leave that rant for later. It'll be rather long.

Say, that's TWO rants to look forward to! Lucky you. But for now, it's time to bring this experiment to a fairly unimpressive end. A bit like when the fuse fizzled out on the dynamite in old western films. Catch y'all soon,
Chris.