I’m back with some Cancer.
Nope, that came out wrong. But it’s not exactly incorrect.
I don’t have cancer.
But what I do have is some excellent new footage and a song from a band called Cancer.
This isn’t going very well, I can tell. Give me a chance to explain. It’ll be worth your time, I swear.
If you’ve been following my blog for a bit, then you will recognize the name, Cancer, from my number one song pick of 2014. If you’re new, then please take a gander at my description of their beautiful song, “Same Color as Digital Photography” to get you all caught up. Okay, and we’re back. This song is off of their 2014 mini-album, Ragazzi, which is a brilliant piece of work that you probably should take the time to check out. This video for, “Hot Snake Dead Boy”, premiered a few weeks ago, via Noisey, and I think it greatly portrays every bit of feeling this song conveys. Keep in mind, this video is also a live version of the song. Christina Amundsen directed this piece, and I have to applaud her. I’ve never watched a live version or video of a song that has brought me to tears. The slow-motion enhances the sentiment of the song. The portraits of audience members completely captivated and almost in tears, could not channel this song with any more accuracy. It is undeniably beautiful.
The song itself is hard to pinpoint, but I guess there’s no other way to describe it, other than it carries a deep amount of sadness. You’re not going to walk away with a big smile on your face or a new positive outlook on life. It’s just not that type of song. Here we see the under layers of presumably why these two gentlemen chose such a dark name to call their band in the first place. That being said, the quiet guitar melodies are actually quite pleasant, as pleasant as they possibly could be given the song’s more somber lyrics.
I really hope you take the time to listen to this song and watch this wonderful video. I don’t want anyone ever asking me again, “Who the fuck is Cancer?” jokingly or not. I am giving you guys the gold here. Embrace it. Love it. And thank me later.