Rwake - Rest

[NAD]

Listen to that shit on big speakers.

The entire album rules complete face.

 

[Krilons Resa]

I pre-ordered this with the t-shirt when it came out a couple years back and listened to it a few times and passed it off as a big letdown. Nowhere near their previous albums, especially Voices of Omens. I'll relisten to it at some point this week!

 

[NAD]

Yeah I did the same thing. Well I never got a shirt, but it was definitely underwhelming the first go-round.

Some time passed and I gave it another shot. It's really god damn good. Second to Voices of Omens I say.

 

[NAD]

I was reminded of this album because every time I log onto Forkbutt lately people are posting that bullshit video about masculinity being a bane on the modern male's pussified existence. That of course makes me think of what being a REAL MAN actually is, and my mind springs toward things like having sex with chicks, Henry David Thoreau, Rwake, and this poem that is included at the end of this particular song:

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!

 

[Krilons Resa]

That's awesome.