Uploaded March 2020 | Updated September 2026, 2 days ago
Dedicated to my brother Shane.
All credit goes to Jesus Christ.
My goal was to get a good rock/metal tone out of my guitar and mix it well. Did I succeed? :)
The title was derived from a section of run-on sentences in a Charles Dickens book:
"Then, came more of the wrathful monsters, whose like they almost seemed to be in their wildness and their untamed air, screeching and turning round and round again; and still, before, behind, and to the right and left, was the same interminable perspective of brick towers, never ceasing in their black vomit, blasting all things living or inanimate, shutting out the face of day, and closing in on all these horrors with a dense dark cloud. But, nighttime in this dreadful spot! - night, when the smoke was changed to fire; when every chimney spurted up its flame; and places, that had been dark vaults all day, now shone red hot, with figures moving to and fro within their blazing jaws, and calling to one another with hoarse cries-- night, when the noise of every strange machine was aggravated by the darkness...." -The Old Curiosity Shop
I didn't know what to make the video, so I figured the ducks will have to do.
Dedicated to my brother Shane.
All credit goes to Jesus Christ.
My goal was to get a good rock/metal tone out of my guitar and mix it well. Did I succeed? :)
The title was derived from a section of run-on sentences in a Charles Dickens book:
"Then, came more of the wrathful monsters, whose like they almost seemed to be in their wildness and their untamed air, screeching and turning round and round again; and still, before, behind, and to the right and left, was the same interminable perspective of brick towers, never ceasing in their black vomit, blasting all things living or inanimate, shutting out the face of day, and closing in on all these horrors with a dense dark cloud. But, nighttime in this dreadful spot! - night, when the smoke was changed to fire; when every chimney spurted up its flame; and places, that had been dark vaults all day, now shone red hot, with figures moving to and fro within their blazing jaws, and calling to one another with hoarse cries-- night, when the noise of every strange machine was aggravated by the darkness...." -The Old Curiosity Shop
I didn't know what to make the video, so I figured the ducks will have to do.
