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A day to remember
After The Fall
Alesana
AlexIsOnFire
Asteria
Atreyu
A vain attempt
Avenged Sevenfold
Bayside
Behind Crimson Eyes
Bleeding Trough
BlessTheFall
Boys Like Girls
Dashboard Confessional
Death in December
Drop Dead Gorgeous
Emilie Autumn
Escape The Fate
Funeral For A friend
Goo Goo dolls
Hawthorne Heights
Hellogoodbye
Hollywood Undead
Jimmy Eat World
The Locust
Madina Lake
Matt Costa
Maxeen
Mayday Parade
Misericordiam
My Chemical Romance
Nailpin
New Order
Nightmare Of You
Northstar
No Warning
Ocean Color Scene
Panic! at the disco
Perfect Chaos
PlayRadioPlay!
Pleymo
Plus 44
Poison The Well
Relient K
Rocket Summer
Roses Are Red
Saetia
Saliva
Scary Kids Scaring kids
Seether
Senses Fail
SerjTankian
Silverstein
SpitalField
Story Of The Year
Suicide Machines
SwitchFoot
Taking Back Sunday
TATU
The Agony Scene
The Almost
The Beloved
The Black Maria
The Exploited
The Format
The Higher
The Hot Lies
The Killers
The Medic Droid
The Movielife
The Pink Spiders
The Reason
The sins of The Beloved
The Used
TheWhiteStripes
Throwdown
Thursday
Typecast
Underoath
Vendetta Red
Wild Orchid

DoMiNo
ThE bOne CoLlEcToR
SaW
ThE r!nG
HiDe AnD sEeK
Queen Of The Damned
Interview With The Vampire
ScArY mOvIe
ThE dA vInCi CoDe
HoUsE oF wAx
HaPpY tReE fRiEnDs
V fOr VeNdEtTa.-x

MTV!Pimp My Ride
Southpark
MTV!Scarred
Beavis&Butt-Head

Falling Angels
The Shadow Of The Wind
The Girl With A Pearl Earring
E.A.Poe(orice)
Nu Stiu Cum Reuseste

I know not how it was; but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. I say insufferable; for the feeling was unrelieved by any of that half-pleasurable, because poetic, sentiment, with which the mind usually receives even the sternest natural images of the desolate or terrible. I looked upon the scene before me—upon the mere house, and the simple landscape features of the domain—upon the bleak walls—upon the vacant eye-like windows—upon a few rank sedges—and upon a few white trunks of decayed trees—with an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveler upon opium—the bitter lapse into every-day life—the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart—an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it—I paused to think—what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the House of Usher?It was a mystery all insoluble; nor could I grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion that while, beyond doubt, there are combinations of very simple natural objects which have the power of thus affecting us, still the analysis of this power lies among considerations beyond our depth. It was possible, I reflected, that a mere different arrangement of the particulars of the scene, of the details of the picture, would be sufficient to modify, or perhaps to annihilate its capacity for sorrowful impression; and, acting upon this idea, I reined my horse to the precipitous brink of a black and lurid tarn that lay in unruffled luster by the dwelling, and gazed down—but with a shudder even more thrilling than before—upon the remodeled and inverted images of the gray sedge, and the ghastly tree stems, and the vacant and eye-like windows.