Monday, March 26, 2012

Sceneries

All this heat and boredom can really make one long for old stuffs. Those dusty and creepy vibes of bygone sounds and images of mystery.

Tasty naked dames and shiny blades. Wild grass, growing out of control amidst toppled statues and a deserted, foggy pond. Chandeliers daggling in dusty spider webs.



Blood tainted satin lingerie. White shadows over the dark, deserted nightfall. One can go on for ages with these exotic killing ground sceneries to imagine...


Friday, March 23, 2012

Moonlit Fever

It’s never enough, the infatuating chill one gets when sitting under the magick of a full blown moon. Feeling the night creeps under the skin.


The hell with those stupid fucking ‘domesticated’ werewolf and ‘romantic’ vampire movies crap.

A true moon spirit shall always be untamed, lustful for pain and vengeance.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Late and Cold

It’s late, wet and cold, and the blood under these nails just sticks like a bitch to a rich pig.

What a night indeed.

I’ll be damned if this should all lead to a defeat.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Creature of Habit

Some say we are all creatures of habit, and that fondness for being distracted is one of those habitual traits. Perhaps, that’s also the reason why I’m doing this blog or why medieval men and women tinkers with alchemy; religious chants; public executions or dungeon room torture techniques.

Perhaps, it’s the same reason why once a late 1980s obscured underground band hooked you with its haunting songs you just become hooked for life.

Perhaps.


Friday, March 16, 2012

Check List

Black stinking leather jacket on? Check
Rusty bullets-belt on? Check
Six packs of beers on hand? Check
Black T-shirt on? Check
Good conscience out of mind? Check
Leather pants on? Check
Pocket knife on hand? Check
Target on sight? Check
No police on deck? Check
Good music on ears? Check


Saturday, March 10, 2012

The Darkness Within

I don’t suppose it matters really, where you get your diabolical instincts. It’s just there. Lurking deep within and waiting for the right moments to light up the spark.



I am constantly amazed by those who manage to create works of art that could light up that dark spark within me with such ease. How do they do it?

Are they, just like me, living day to day carrying that darkness within so intimately that just about everything we do turns out as reflections of that hideous rot inside?



Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Tribute to Blogs - The Archeologists

Archeology has always fascinated me as a kid. Nothing in those days seemed remotely as important as digging through cool ruins and finding mummies and all sorts of creepy shits as only an archaeologist could do. The same naïve fascination seemed to have lingered with extreme underground music. I just love people who gave the effort to collect, preserve and share all manners of obscure and rare snail-mail day underground releases. They are part of the minuscule of reasons why life can still be enjoyable sometimes.

Suomi Relics

I suppose it’s pretty obvious for most people that Finland has a great Death and Black Metal scene. But, how obvious is it when we talk about Finnish Hardcore or Punk or Heavy Metal? Thank shit we have such blog as this to inform us of the highly important facts regarding the multi-faceted Finnish underground scene (well, at least before Death & Black Metal become the hype, I suppose?).


Metallic Artifacts

I think the idea that demonic/satanic imagery always fits metal music is quite true, and yet also overrated. The sight of a steroid-drenched muscular barbarian/medieval warrior has also hold a pretty impressive and fitting imagery for the music. It almost makes the music feels fit only for warriors, and that if you’re not one then listening to the music makes you (feel like) one. Of course, it doesn’t hurt when you have a collection of great, rare and kick-ass metal music to top it off.


Dusty Metal Ruins

Heavy/Speed/Thrash Metal, NWOBHM, spikes, hair sprays, eyeliners, one off singles, EPs that drowned in oblivion. If these sound unfamiliar for you then the word ‘metal’, in any type of combination referring to any specific musical styles, is a voluminous lesson that needs to be surmounted before you can ever profess to like the genre. There is no better place to start such a lesson, if you dare, than through the meticulous archives of this great blog. Be dusted in the depths of Metal ruins.


Ruins of Psychedelia

What would drive anyone to decide in pursuing a vast and detailed collection of everything created in the 60s and 70s psychedelic Rock saga? Is it the fuzzy, methamphetamine induced groove of the era? The corny and colorful attires, album covers, freezer magnet and stupid VW vans? Whatever it is/was, I am surely glad that some people do pursue this highly amusing and trivial form of collecting.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Drowning

Fingers slipping, breath thinning, water rushing painfully through the nostrils. What a damn wretched situation drowning is.


I don’t suppose cement block on the feet makes it any better, does it? I don’t think a few stab wounds makes it any less awful either.

Perhaps a good dose of nautical-themed, heavy-as-fuck Doom orchestration would ease the suffering? Say, something like the fine, relaxing tunes of Ahab, perhaps?

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Tribute to Blogs - The Specialists (Pt.1)

Specialization is always intriguing. It tends to provide a comprehensive look over something that would otherwise seem trivial from a generalized point of view. The only problem is it’s mostly a love-it-or-hate-it situation with such specialized stuffs. Of course, on the other hand, it also provides a chance to satisfy peculiar fetishes as the following great blogs shall represent.

Scaremongering

It’s one thing to read a review of a horror movie from people making a living out of such undertakings, and to read a review from someone who has nothing to gain from it (except for the thrill of watching and crapping oneself to shit with such movies). When morbid movies are your fetish, you can’t go wrong with this blog.


Filth, Par Excellence

Lust is lust, and flesh is of course flesh. Combine the two and we have the reason for our viral-existence and procreation in this wasteland called earth. It’s a lot of fun though, that’s for sure, especially when people start doing it not for procreation and just for recreation. Depopulation is always more welcomed, and it’s a hell lot better when it’s done in the proper, joyful spirit.


Cult of the Undead

Some things are so important that life would be rendered meaningless unless they are sought after with great perseverance! One of those things is the ever important need to collect all manner of 20th and 21st centuries’ relics of the living dead myth. Yes. You read and heard it right. The zombies. The walking stinks. The things that go bump in the dead of night. The quintessential thing to do in the banality of nowadays swarm of a suffocating overpopulated shithole called life. Click and learn people.


Inanimate Beings

The skill to put together an inanimate entity to paper, out of fantasy alone, is a most intriguing trait any humans could ever aspire to achieve. I just fucking love these morbid, menacing, lusty drawings. They look so much better not just because the artist seemed to be a highly gifted fellow, but also because they are inanimate. Things just tend to look better when they are inanimate, don’t you think?

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Familiar strangers

There are always those familiar faces that you get to see rather often in places frequented by chance or choice, and yet you never get to know personally either.

Uncanny, familiar strangers that you just don’t know whether to trust with your good intention or to thrust with your good pocket knife.


It’s like listening to a type of music you’ve never heard before, and yet one that gives off the same familiar vibes you’ve grown accustomed to. The kind that might leave you baffled whether to scrap or keep the damn recording.

Friday, March 2, 2012

Tribute to Blogs - The Cerebral Ones

After a long tedious day of 9 to 5 slavery, sometimes it feels good just to think of something else than this stupid fucking life. Like, thinking of extreme underground music and lifestyle, for example. One or two joints later, and it all becomes a mighty, psychedelically amusing cerebral exercise. Just like the following bloggers have always provided during those morbid moments.

Contemplating Extreme Art

What goes on in the mind of such true Black Metal gentleman as Euronymous, for example, regarding life? What can be learnt from personal correspondence written by such a figure during his heyday in the snail-mail underground music scene? If such questions begs or nags for an immediate answer, you couldn’t come to a better place than this blog.


A Theory of Darkness

I suppose it’s not enough just to have music capable of stirring people to murder others or themselves, some just have to dissect it through philosophical ponderings too. I think I’ll let the blog’s own official description to reveal the depths of oddity that it is all about: “Information and archive site for black metal theory events. Not black metal. Not theory. Not not black metal. Not not theory. Black metal theory. Theoretical blackening of metal. Metallic blackening of theory. Mutual blackening. Nigredo in the intoxological crucible of symposia.” Right. Feel free to up the dosage down there, if you dare.



Decent Taste & Insight

Sometimes you get a good blog that features more than just a decent choice of musicians/musical works. Other times you get blogs that features more than just a decent amount of thoughts and information on each musicians/musical works posted. Once in a couple millennia, you get a blog that actually defy the laws of banality and features both decent aspects: taste & insight. Fucking-A!

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Nostalgic

Feeling kind of nostalgic today, for some unknown reasons. Feels like going back to those good ole rape and shred nights of a youthful, untamed, blood lust...Listening to music played with real felt-pain and unfathomed hatred.


Real aggression, rooted in real pain. You just can’t ever beat that, no matter how well one’s musical skills are, and no matter how fancy the production of a musical album is.

So here’s to the good ole days of ‘real’ extreme music and lifestyles.




Round up the victims, and let the games begin.