Caffeine.
In this mayhem created by the hijacking of certain receptors by this innocuous chemical, one thought has managed to organize and reach unified clarity.
My love for "Bleed" by Meshuggah is now complete. I am completely besotted by it.
It took 15 years for friends to become lovers. All this while I thought I loved the song. And today I love it more.
I can rationally try to explain this love - elements of which can be separately described, but not understood apart.
The anthropomorphizing of an aneurysm in a human's brain - and the twisted poetry that is needed to paint the picture.
The brutal atypical vocal delivery ala Jens Kidman - the masterful job to bring painfully alive the words.
The demented guitar sound, the spidery sonic scaffolding that binds it together.
The rhythmic masterpiece that Tomas Haake conjured and immortalized in this song.
But reason will still fail that centuries old fight to explain love.
To borrow from the creators themselves
Heed - it commands. Heed my will
Bleed - it says. Bleed you will
It is falling prey to its charms. It is submission to its unrelenting assault.
It is an admission of being in love.
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