Uh, I'm listening to "The Art of a Soft Landing" by Antimatter.
This song is like a blanket of Zen tranquility wrapped around an emocore hand grenade. It starts out so innocuously, massaging your earballs with rose-scented baby oil, and then right at the end -- poof -- drops you off a cliff into a pit of gothy, distorted power chords. Top it off with a bit of primal screaming, and you have yourself a genuwhine angsty testament to -- whoops, wait ... the power chords are gone, and now we fade out with a NIN-style piano arpeggio ...
It sounds like I don't like this song. That's just my mood talking -- the fact is, I LOVE this song, and almost everything else on their Lights Out album. But it's like 3:36 in the morning, and I'm cranky from insomnia.
Wait till I talk about Assemblage 23 or Android Lust. I love those guys, but they REALLY piss me off sometimes. Ah, the love-hate relationship between artist and know-it-all fanboy.