Winding Down

As the year is winding down its last few pathetic moments, I feel like recalling the more interesting soundtracks of some bloody joyful days. The anthems of sweaty, breathtaking evening hunts, down the concrete jungle’s labyrinth. 

And fuck the year’s ‘best of’ list…who gives a shit anyway?

One bloody January

Some fine tasty young blood

And a hell lot of running 

And a hell lot of dripping

Oh shit, let me have some more beautiful days like these…

Dimmer Days

There are days when whatever dim sense of hope I have for life simply grows dimmer and dimmer. Today’s one of those day.

It’s that kind of day when another asshole thinks s/he is the center of the world, and everyone else who thinks otherwise are jerks.

Lovely bunch of meat that the world -or at least my line of sight- could surely do without.

Nevertheless, they do present those lovely times when listening to the likes of Dishammer becomes such a pure joyful moment of misanthropy.

Vintage Hate

Rough Hating

Filthy Surprises

I never thought the 2000s can still bring forth tasty, filthy, hate-inducing musical marvels as the good ole 90s did. Turns out I’m quite wrong. Here are my four picks of the decade’s end tastiest filth and darkness anyone could ever bite and shred.

2008’s Witchtanic Hellucinations

2010’s Under The Hammer of Destruction

2011’s Doom of the Occult

2010’s Under The Sign Of The D-Beat Mark