A photographic account of heavy music in Portland, Maine
We’re not always sure what we’re doing here.
Like anyone else zooming through the universe at unfathomable speeds, we at Post Mortem sometimes lose faith. We lose our sense of purpose. We scratch our grizzled hair and ask ourselves questions like, “How did we get here? What the fuck are we doing with this heavy metal blog, anyway? And how can we possibly keep this up?”
Sometimes, in our darkest moments, we wonder if we’ve already seen it all. We worry that maybe it’s all been done. Everything has been captured, catalogued and cached like the Ark of the Covenant into some boundless warehouse.
But then it happens.
Something bright, shiny and new enters our world and rejuvenates our spirit and resolve.
It happened to us again last night and we’ve awoken today full of purpose.
Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve seen Angus McFarland’s new pants and boots. And we invite you to have a look.
This morning, we contacted McFarland through a series of tubes and asked him if he has retired his trademark white boots. His reply was concise.
“It’s after Labor Day, man.”
Don’t forget: Tonight, Om plays Space Gallery. Here’s a story we wrote about it, ICYMI.
See you tonight.
Full-resolution photos are here. If you borrow these images for Facebook or whatnot, please credit us. (Watermarking sucks and we don’t wanna do it.) Also, don’t crop or alter.
Despite all this, we’re not monsters.