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Take 10 and call me in the morning.

When feeling down, there's little so perfect for the mood as the music produced by Japanese rock group, LUNA SEA. Unlike, say, Leonard Cohen or Ryan Adams, they will not drive you to suicide. And, as opposed to, say, Hootie and the Blowfish, their music won't conflict with your state of mind to the point that you want to kill the lead singer--that would be Darius Rucker, who, to this day, probably runs into people who think his name is Hootie. With just enough angst, high pitched post-post-punk guitars, driving basslines, and thrashing drums, every LUNA SEA song is a paroxysm of pent up youthful desire and ambition. Declarations such as, "I want love. I want to love," and, "I choose my final way. I am the trigger," reinforce what you already knew just listening to the music. If you can empathize in any fashion, LUNA SEA will place you on the edge of hope.

Follow this with some of the more upbeat material from Siam Shade or L'Arc en Ciel, and you have my rationale for listening to Japanese rock: the perfect, mood fitting pick me up. If it feels a little cheesy, no worries. It's an indulgence, like chocolate or ice cream, with none of the calories.


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