Relistened to the song, resisted the temptation to tweak "just a couple of things more", did my gorilla mastering process, then the property registration and uploaded the song to Bandcamp, plus lyrics.
A lot in the song is wrong production-wise. Too wet in places, too raw in others... But the song, what matters in the end, is there. It has the fist and it has the feather, the two elements I always look for.
The drums kill me, but fortunately here come cultural references to the rescue; Venom's first album sounded as if the band were playing somewhere and the drummer on a dance hall at the next room; yet the record works because the songs are so primal and dirty. In fact the crappy recording even adds to its creepiness, so who knows.
It's always this struggle, I don't want to become sloppy, but there is an epidemic of technical disease going on and you have to remind it to yourself at each step. Music is life or death stuff, there's people out there dying, not as a metaphor, actually dying of idea thirst, while I'm drowning in ideas. It's a moral duty to swallow my ego and keep the stuff pumping. Most of the self-appointed "experts" out there are people who wouldn't be able to write a song for their life, and they often are bitter, angry people, resented towards those with something to contribute. What the hell, I'll get better by doing, that's all there is to it.
I have a guitar and I'm gonna use it