True Blood: A Bloody Night On The Sun With Otep
Alan Ball was known for his masterful use of music in Six Feet Under. He's lost none of his touch when it comes to his current HBO series, True Blood - which happens to be set in the Louisiana swamps, not terribly far from Houston.
Ed. Note: The True Blood report was preempted for Rocks Off HPMA showcase coverage. The episode re-airs at 8 p.m. tonight on HBO.
Season 3, Episode 8: "Night on the Sun"
Ingest enough arsenic, and if it doesn't kill you it might leave you a raving madman with leukemia. There's isn't a cure for everything; sometimes we are forever damaged by what we consume.
Take Sookie Stackhouse (Anna Paquin) and Vampire Bill (Stephen Moyer). The number of times both have almost ended up dead through just a short relationship is in the double digits. They are as often the cause as the savior in each other's predicaments.
And even though this week's episode pretty much opened with the two admitting that their being together was ultimately poisoned, by the end of the episode they are back making love in a mess of blood and spent shotgun shells.
They aren't the only ones being eaten alive. Eric (Alexander Skarsgard) has searched for a millennia to find the vampire that killed his father, only to discover that it was the current king of Mississippi. By the end of the episode, he takes his revenge by murdering his boyfriend of seven hundred years.
So Eric gets what he wants, and incurs the wrath of one of the most powerful vampires in America. The Klingons say revenge should be served cold. Possibly because like sushi it spoils quickly and can leave you dead from salmonella.
Admittedly, though, poison can be delicious, as is the aforementioned scene between Sookie and Bill, set to Otep's "Head." Gothtopia collects, among other weird things, really disturbing songs to boink to. You could do a lot worse the primal, driving rhythms of "Head." For Gothtopia's money, Otep is the number two most innovative metal band out there, just behind Tool.
The group recently signed with Victory Records, showing quite a renaissance lately in their line. With Otep on their side, you know they have powerful, disturbing music well in stock. The track describes, in the band's typical poetry-slam-meets-Satanic-ritual approach, a fever dream in which we are all soaked in our consumers "like fat, white worms or sad haikus."
It rises from the depths of guttural war cries to the angelic mutterings of pure verse, and never never never is not awesome. We approve putting it on the old iPod while doing it.
Be sure to visit the Loving True Blood in Dallas blog, where Jef With One F will be a semi-regular contributor to the podcast this season.
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