A Collection of Offerings

I believe there was a time, indeed, when talented musicians make music in the dimly lighted, hate infested underground, worldwide, base solely on the desire of inflicting darkness, pain, and hate onto the world.

True. Fame and fortune may have also come as motivations for these people, later on in their paths. Nevertheless, you can always tell the distinctive difference when they were making music out of the nihilistic desire for world ‘contamination’, and when they start thinking about ‘dressing up’ for publicity stunts. These were music that will simply be hard to sell on their time (mind you, were talking about times when the internet have yet to exist as a public domain)

Those days, when music were made for the sake of venting the darkest of one’s desires, were the days of my (maybe some others too) musical upbringing. Sure, many of these musicians have changed in desire and attitude. It doesn’t change the fact that they had made music that give a fuck all to what the public wanted or cared about, once..

As this blog have always claimed since day one, that it is here to share such things, so here’s a collection of music crafted, as it clearly seems to me, by the desire of offering the world what it doesn't deserve – unbridled and uncompromising darkness, without the trappings of fame and fortune and Ebay and blogs and documentaries and youtube and musical sophistry and whatnot... 

Groupies

I suppose ever since Christian Vikerness had a handful of teenage girl trolling his trials back in the 90s, there have been groupies, as is every other imaginable banality, in black metal. 

No. This isn’t another rant. 

I have always thought of groupies as weak minded, good for nothing but exploitation, type of shit. I guess, looking back at that black metal bassist, ushered to the gates of death by his own fan, for supposedly not being truly evil, groupies can also, from time to time, be an interesting catharsis couldn’t they? 

Lost In the Moment

A good drinking buddy once told me - and it is rare, mind you, that he should speak comprehensively for more than one or two sentences - that the best movie he had ever watched was the very first ‘Alien’ sci-fi thriller, way back in the 70s.

Supposedly, the movie is so good for him, because it managed to take his mind away from some tough and shitty reality he had to face in his pathetic life back then. He was lost in the moment, or so to say, when first watching that thing on a nearby cinema, from the chest bursting baby alien all the way to young Sigourney Weaver’s sweaty underwear…

I don’t know about movies, but I have always loved to find music that truly gets me lost in a moment. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, there is always not much around that is not too cheesy; over the top, or plain and simple pretentious, that it could really induce a ‘lost in the moment’ kind of ‘trance’…

Quality is never synonymous with quantity, isn’t it? 

So, here’s a first ‘Lost in the Moment’, moment, of many more to come, maybe…

Revival

bones to bones

robe to robe

did we stand together in youth 

friends and foes at hand

in mutual abuse

did we bask together in luciferian light

AM 2015

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