And I’m outie like a belly button.
First things first: this isn’t Super Collider 2, thankfully. Aided by newcomers Chris Adler and Kiko Loureiro, Dystopia sees Megadeth righting the ship: in this case, a return to the radio-thrash of Countdown and Youthanasia as the basis for Mustaine’s songwriting. There are killer guitar parts (“Dystopia”, “Bullet to the Brain”); flashy solos (“Death from Within”, “Conquer or Die”); and overall memorable songwriting (“The Threat is Real”, “The Emperor”), a welcome distraction from Dave’s cringe-worthy lyrics and high school-level rhymes. Despite that, Dystopia isn’t a bad record per se but it’s not particularly interesting or essential, either.
He hired a free-form jazz band. He sings, “Where the fuck did Monday go?”, and sings in the language from “A Clockwork Orange”. He opens the record with a 10-minute mutating pop gem. This is David Bowie making music for himself and all the while giving no fucks. Blackstar may be Bowie’s weirdest album – which is saying something – and it’s easily his best in 35 years. Saying goodbye is certainly a morbid note to leave on, but what a note it is: “I’m not a pop star/ I’m a blackstar”. Indeed your are. Your genius will be missed.
I don’t know what will happen in the playoffs for the Packers. We can only wait to find out. I, much like all of Packer Nation, hope they win. I always want my team to win.
What I do know, however, is this: whether our season ends tomorrow or not, we all have to admit that this season has been one for the books. It’s been a helluva ride, with most excitement since the 2010 season.
I think my brother Todd said it best a few weeks ago: the heart-attack Pack is back. Perhaps not fully, but there are shades of HAP this season – including shades of Favre-esque, last-minute hurrahs.
From the good (the hail-mary against Detroit) to the bad (the embarassing loss to Arizona), it’s been a thrill-a-minute for sure. Whether you define this roller-coaster as “fun” is up to you – but I certainly do.