Album Review: Like That One Time We Watched Vega by Limsa Lominsa
Alright, let’s get into this wild ride called Like That One Time We Watched Vega. Released in 2016 under the BLACKMAGE label, this grindcore gem from Limsa Lominsa—hailing from both the USA and Canada—isn’t your average rock album. It’s messy, chaotic, and somehow still makes you feel things deep down in ways you didn’t expect. Grindcore isn’t for everyone, but if you’re into raw energy and unhinged creativity, buckle up.
First off, the title track “Like That One Time We Watched Vega” hits like a freight train right outta nowhere. It’s fast, loud, and kinda feels like being punched in the gut—but in a good way? The vocals are all over the place, switching between guttural screams and almost melodic wails that catch you off guard. What stays with me is how it builds this frantic tension, then just drops into these weirdly beautiful moments where everything slows down for half a second before exploding again. You don’t know whether to mosh or cry, and honestly? That’s what makes it stick.
Then there’s another standout (I won’t name it because I’m bad at remembering titles), but damn does it rip. This one leans heavier on the instrumental side, with riffs so jagged they could cut glass. The drums are relentless, like machine-gun fire, but every now and then, there’s this eerie synth line creeping in like a ghost haunting your eardrums. It’s unsettling but also kinda mesmerizing, y’know? Like when you stare at something broken and realize it’s kinda beautiful too.
What gets me about this album is how unapologetically itself it is. There’s no trying to be polished or perfect here—it’s pure emotion poured straight onto tape. Listening to it feels like hanging out with someone who doesn’t care what you think of them, which is rare in music these days. And yeah, sure, some parts might sound like noise to the untrained ear, but isn’t life just organized chaos anyway?
Here’s the thing: listening to Like That One Time We Watched Vega made me think about my own messed-up memories—the kind you can’t quite piece together but still feel deeply. If an album can do that, then hell, it’s doing something right. So go ahead, give it a spin. Just don’t blame me if your neighbors start complaining.
Oh, and fun fact? I googled Vega after writing this review. Turns out it’s a star. Who knew? Maybe next time I’ll watch it while blasting this album.
