Monday, August 27, 2012

Tribute to Blogs – The Specialist (Pt.2)

As said before, 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 limited taste. Of course, on the other hand, it also provides a chance to satisfy peculiar fetishes as the following great blogs shall represent.

Cerebral Art

It’s always intriguing how much one can philosophize on the circumstances surrounding the late 90’s underground extreme metal scene, let alone the corpse-paint ridden one in Norway. Nevertheless, here is yet another rare blog doing exactly that, and in a quite intriguing way too. If the parallel between Mayhem’s Euronymous thinking (as well as bullshitting) and Bataille/Baudrillard’s sophistry is the sort of thing that keeps you awake for days on end in ecstatic bookworm orgasm, then please be advised – this is definitely where you should go (and die).


Industrialized Art

As the machination of musical expressions grow by leaps and bounds, inanimate ministries have been set up all over the blogosphere, to spread the advent of cold, indifferent musical art known as the industrial-collective. It is precisely in such a metallic nihilism, that Industrialskad, in my modest opinion, surely stands as the mother hive of the mechanical-collective. Get loaded with engine oil ejaculations and monoliths of emotionless fetish, for this is the mother shit-load of all industrial music manufacturing galore…   


The Art of Being Lost

I know an individual once, who decided that backpacking through exotic places is just not enough to free one’s sense of direction and meaning. The individual thus decided to scrap every nagging details, backpack; ID cards; credit cards; mobile phones; bag of clothes; wedding ring; family photographs etc, and just go where the feet walks. What a great day that was, especially when the adventurer showed up a couple years later being burnt and mutilated by an unknown individual. A fellow traveler perhaps?

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