“if we die today, i want you to know that i always valued your leadership skills. not as much as one would value a bowl of ice cream on a warm day or a swat team in some bad ass movie. but i always valued your leadership skills, kind of like how you’d value a donkey in a bull fight.”
“you’re weird man”
we think less of ourselves and take from those who refuse to give. surely we must be higher now.
My head feels like a billion pounds and my heart is like BOOM BOOM BOOM and i love looking at the pyramid on the ceiling but i can’t decide how it works.
The singing lady needs to return with clouds in her pockets. TELEPATHY.
My mind,
It is pool of blackness…
Depressive Black Metal is a fucked up genre, no one will deny that. But what I’m in a Coffin have created with One Final Action is beyond fucked up.
In a study of the Black Metal genre, you come across corpse paint, forests, and retarded leather costumes with metal studs on them. One Final Action has surpassed this, I’m in a Coffin place no stock in “looking the part”, instead relying completely on music and the creation of atmosphere. And in terms of emotion generated, there are few albums that can have such a harrowing effect. The thundering bass, distant yet longing yells, simple yet melodic guitar and the stripped-down drums combine, leaving a bitter taste and the inevitable feeling that somehow the world has used you. In the opening song I’m A Weapon Against Myself, the band use a sample which speaks of a boy getting abused by his father. This with the use of a soft, distorted guitar line sends you into some kind of trance. After repeating this for just enough time it suddenly turns into a disgustingly heavy song with vocals that resemble the sounds of someone dying. What excels this even more is that unlike most Black Metal, you can understand the lyrics in One Final Action, and they are truly grim.
The true horror infected beauty of the album lies in many things, one of the main ones being that the instruments all keep together while doing their own thing at the same time, which almost implies that there is a person who is being pulled different ways which are all narrowing together to create their final thoughts of death and unhappiness. Most of the songs tend to be rather repetitive, which drills the messages into your mind not letting you forget how shit life can be.
We are both waiting…
I am a weapon against myself…
Influences ranging from older Black Metal acts to bands like Joy Division are clearly heard throughout the album. With many present influences in sounds I’m in a Coffin could come across as ripping off other artists but they don’t. One Final Action is an insanely original album, not hiding anything. The true nature of I’m in a Coffin is two guys who are fucked off with life, go into a room with some instruments and ghastly passion, making an album that truly expresses what they are feeling. One Final Action doesn’t come off as anything less.
In the end One Final Action follows a simple narrative that tells of happiness in death for a moment, followed by a return to the shit of life with thoughts of how dangerous they are to themselves and ending with the final act of suicide. In the time between they confront themselves, alone. Emotions combine to create a giant fuck you to humanity, which is the only way to accurately describe One Final Action. This is a classic of the genre.
This is my coffin,
And it’s time to shut the lid…
-a
stacey sits at home re-reading old mills and boon novels wondering how it all got this way. richard never wanted to be a pharmacist, he just fell into it like most of his family, some sort of fucking tradition or something. jess lays in her bed listening to old Chuck Berry records while downing bottles of prescription drugs she stole from her dad’s work, just one of hthe ways to drown out all her problems. jess doesn’t even fucking like Chuck Berry. richard isn’t a bad guy; he thought that that marrying someone you barely know after one fuck resulting in some ugly fetus was the norm, stavey didn’t even fucking orgasm. gin and tonic was stacey’s drink of choice. debt, hate, and sadness all gone after a few glasses. jess doesn’t know why she doesn’t have big family dinners like all the other kids at her highschool. she assumes they’re just not as close as the other families, she likes it. the usual four glasses of two parts gin and one part tonic is down. stacey still has her worries, all her debts, all her broken dreams. life was shit, richard knew that. he was confused, aware, sober. his marriage was falling apart from the start. he didn’t even clear the computer’s history after wacking off to his free porn anymore. riochard cries alot, he wonders if he should start smoking. today all that jess can think about is snorting some bone marrow medication mixed with the uppers she bought from ghost outside school. one line down, feeling her heart racing. another one and she starts to wonder why she even bothers. jess can’t decide whether she likes steven’s cock penetrating her over and over. it hurts, she knows that. she starts to think it’s pain she deserves, pain that she needs. richard hasn’t had sex with stacey in three years to the day, he counts. deciding which prostitute to fuck first is easily decided with a quick game of eeny, meeny, miny, moe. stacey knows why richard is late home every night, she doesn’t blame him; she blames herself. she wonders if anyone will ever love her, probably not. one for glass, that’s six in fourty minutes, a new personal best. jess wonders what the big deal is about sex another night when steven climbs thought her window. jess doesn’t know why she needs to invent some guy to talk, and fuck. maybe it’s because masturbation is meant to kill kittens. richard really shouldn’t leave his razors lying around after he shaves. he knows how jess uses them. countless trips to the counsellor with some worries teacher crying about all the scars she noticed on jess. richard enjoys it. finally someone else in pain. richard and stacey lie in bed, it’s their fourteenth wedding aniversary. stacey wants to do something, anything so she doesn’t have to lie in bed thinking. richard is surprised when stacey starts kissing him, disgusted. stacey wishes she could stop now, she doesn’t even remember what a penis looks like. twenty minutes of awkward sex, maybe richard will get some sleep tomorrow night.
