Kindly Untamed

The object of ultimate desire is the untamed will to embrace the fire

Running free in the wildest ecstasy of carnal and banal red memories

Let Me Crawl

Let me have you in this husk, crawl in and settle like the black mud of the Nile…Swirling in silence, clawing at light.

Hadra Kadrabha - Rehs-Hattcri Armothiaz

Rabertu-Rabertu-Armothiaz

Deluge III

Let the crimson deluge begin, in full intensity, for the days are cold and the dagger tips are colder still

A Kingly Revelation II

There is no split between darkness and light for they are two sides of the same coin.

Damned be those who do not understand, in the face of the dark light, revealing. Those who do not grasp the majestic revelation, are not worthy of salvation.  

A Kingly Revelation

As you reveal what is concealed, do not be distracted by how others react to the situation. 

For they are but commoners in the face of a King, awaiting the chance of being sacrificed for a higher purpose than their measly little lives. 

‘GABOS’

Anyone who thinks Halloween is a bunch of crap should try celebrating one in Colombia. Particularly in this lovely year of 2012. That’s when a suitcase bomb is reported to have exploded near a town square where 5,000 children were celebrating Halloween. 

The blast killed two suspected culprits and injuring over 30 people, including two boys who had to be hospitalized in critical condition. The two dead bombers were suspected members of a drug-trafficking group, who hated the local Police so much they decided they should bomb one of its post, near where the bomb went off.

Lovely, lovely Halloween…Well. I guess ‘the game’ is not about sympathy. 

Never was and never is

Chaos reveals

I was in chaos once, and boy was that a time to miss. Hate and blood clinging so thick in the air you can lick the reek of every salty, fresh wound.  

Anyone who has experienced the ecstatic explosion of pent up frustrations, the gush of hateful groundswell, must know the delightful bloodlust that it entails.

I don’t know much about anything, but one thing’s clear. When life is as cheap as a rusted machete, and a dug up hole of dirt, that is the time when all hypocrisy is revealed… 

And we all returns to beast

‘Heavy-Days’ Cure

Nothing is probably more cliché than the statement that ‘it’s been a heavy, long day’. Still, some days are just exactly that. Long. Tedious. Frustrating. Too ‘heavy’ just drink away into oblivion.

My latest cure for such shitty days is blasting away at some truly heavy, dragging-down-the-gutters kind of beautifully twisted Doom and Sludge melodies…Something ‘abrasive’ enough to shed some of the blood boiling hate off. 

There haven’t been many suitable for the job, but the ones that do work are just marvelous pieces of hate-filled symphonies galore…Thought I might share some of the ‘medicinal music’ every now and then, with the anonymous blogosphere denizens.

Heavy-Days: First Dozage

Get loaded, and fuck the ‘heavy-days’ off…

F.I.L.T.H.S.

Fuck!

I Love

These Heavy

Shits!

Perfect Soundtrack

What would be the perfect soundtrack for a hate-filled, frustrating and nut-busting day? Back in the days, I would’ve settled for some Mayhem and Darkthrone stuffs, but that just not enough anymore.

Life, as it is, is just that much more stinky than it has always been, one simply need something a whole lot more rotten and rancid to soldier on...

Thank shit, some French degenerates have the sensibility to produce crushingly heavy, hate-inducing music (never mind the excessive images of nudity).

A must have for any clusterfuck days....like when you fail to finish off a bastard with your favorite axe down in the park last night... 

I’ll get you next time you fuck...

Subtleties

I suppose this happens to anyone who has been listening to extreme underground music for quite a while: the sensitivity for subtle aspects within a musical work. It doesn’t matter how noisy or hard and heavy the music gets,  there are always other, subtle things that makes one feel comfortable with a certain musical work, or not.

It’s not how brutal, fast, technical or pompous one plays the music. It’s those other, seemingly trivial things that matters. 

It’s that feeling of real pain and hatred, oozing through each notes and vocalization. It’s also that foreboding atmosphere, like shadowy figures fleeting through the corner of an eye.

Those are the shits that matters, rather than a whole lot of pompous, superficial big mouthing, attires or images. Because you just can’t copy old wounds.

Sticky old wounds

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...

Exotic killing ground - Scenery 1 (The Atavistic Altar)

Exotic killing ground - Scenery 2 (The Trippy Blood Lust)

Deathly New Year - Part 2

Small Arkansan town, Beebe was stirred to life in the early days of 2012 when dozens of blackbirds fell dead across the town. The birds landed on roofs, sidewalks, streets and fields. One struck a woman walking her dog. Another hit a police cruiser. The incident even prompted local Police to ban residents from shooting fireworks.

It wasn't immediately clear if fireworks were again to blame, but authorities weren't taking a chance. Besides, scientists also said loud cracks and booms from celebratory fireworks are likely to send the birds into such a tizzy that they could crash into homes, cars and each other before plummeting to their deaths.

As if that wasn't curious enough, the blackbird die-off had been preceded by the dead of tens of thousands of drum fish that washed up on the shores of the Arkansas River, back in early 2011. That incident alone had flung the state into the national headlines. It has also drawn conspiracy theorists and filmmakers to the town ever since.

What a great little town.

It reminded me of Thou’s debut album cover way back in 2007. I think it would be great if something as morbid as that album cover or the songs it contained could happen in Beebe too...

Black Wings of the Tyrant’s Descend

Killers’ Eyes (and Ears)

Some say you can tell from a person’s eyes if he/she has killed before. It’s that thousand miles-sight in a killer’s eye, so they say. Empty, vacant, indifferent. Glad I have met a few of such intriguing characters.

As fucked up as it may sound, I think you can also sense where a person has been from their taste of music. At least that’s how it seemed with what some of my uncanny acquaintances prefer to listen to. Does it say much about their character?

Maybe. Maybe not.

It’s still is nice to know that some who are more misanthropic and less scrupulous than others also have good taste in music.

4th Volume of The Sabbath (1972)

The Beastly Number (1982)

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

Thursday Night Fetish

It’s Thursday night, and I’m always in the mood for some freaky happenings on Thursday. That goes for music also, other than just booze and women. Rather than hearing some tried and tired stuffs I would always challenge myself to something less obvious.

Tonight’s the night for some challenging listens. Starting with the unbelievably far-beyond-its-time dark and haunting musical work of Italian progressive rock band, Jacula. The band is supposedly founded in 1968 in Milan as an experimental project by Antonio Bartoccetti, Doris Norton (a.k.a. Fiamma Dello Spirito), organist Charles Tiring and medium Franz Porthenzy.

Tonight, the band’s debut 1969 album is first on my playlist...a great piece of instrumental soundtrack, for vile deeds and a bloody night out.

In Cauda Semper Stat Venenum (a.k.a. freaky Italian Prog-rock)

Next up is weird-hybrid time by All The Empires Of The World. Hell, I don’t even know how to start describing this one even to myself. I do, however, kind of like the way their label bullshit about it...

“All The Empires Of The World operate on that strange threshold between ambient music and Very Loud Metal Music. They shift effortlessly between drifting atmospherics, cataclysms of downtuned sludge, shimmering clouds of shoe-gaze noise, creeping ur-Sabbath squeals, seismic low frequency jams, single guitar meditations, beautiful post-rock dashes and transcendental riff worship. The live show is crushingly loud, bruising, beautiful and crushingly loud.”

Yeah, sure, something like that will work. It’s free anyway. And, it’s never boring.

Return (....to freaky instrumentals and screams)

Last, but not least, is a little Darkjazz cocktail from The Kilimanjaro Darkjazz Ensemble. This is one piece of uncanny mixture of styles that I really can dig me fangs into. This is highly recommended for late night stalking, down the sidewalks and maze of alleys, with a cold steel at hand.

From The Stairwell (and into the dark street corners)

All Hail The Bong!

Another great reason to keep things instrumental, other than just a lame vocalist, is when you have already made awesome music that lasted for way longer than 3-4 minutes without getting boring. And when your killer lengthy songs come packaged with a killer cover artwork plus a killer no-half-ass attitude to boot.

That’s what I have always believed about making music. That’s how this killer 2010 album from Chicago’s Bongripper feels for me too. (I just love saying ‘killer’.)

No half-assin’ here.

Good Ole Mushroom

It was the 90s. College. Senior year. Faculty’s annual hazing camp. Booze, weed and all sorts of chemical abuse everywhere you look. I seemed to remember a ‘super’ senior guy dashing through the camp and banging his head against a tree trunk after some tasty mushrooms.

This 1996 album by Acrimony would have been a great soundtrack to that weird night. Especially with that closing song “Firedance”.

Chew on that mushroooommmm.

Reliving Sabbath (Pt.2)

Continuing with my new found and rather belated joy for Sludge/Stoner/Doom music galore that seemed to bring the best of Black Sabbath’s sound to modern day metal, here’s Cough’s 2010 “Ritual Abuse”.

Damn, don’t you just love that artwork?

Get tainted.

Reliving Sabbath

I can still remember it like yesterday. It was a fine clear day and I was truly enjoying the first few years of school, barely passing the single digit age number. After a morning full of education it was time to go where only my older brothers and sisters have gone before: the local record shop.

That was the day I bought my first MC. And that tape was Black Sabbath’s self-titled debut. I didn’t know exactly how it will sound like. I just had one look at the cover and got mesmerized instantly. Just as instantly as when the actual music mesmerized me since the first song.

What a day that was.

I could be having a really bad day and all it will take is just a few minutes of ‘Sleeping Village’ or ‘Evil Women’ and it’ll all feel alright again.

Of course, as time goes by, I started getting properly acquainted with the more extreme development of heavy music. Got swamped in the vast landscapes of Thrash, Speed, Black and Death Metal so much I hardly ever listen to that first tape again along the late 80s and early 90s.

Anyway, Black Sabbath’s music has never really been erased from my taste bud. The likes of St. Vitus and Cathedral have kept it flickering every now and then too. But I never thought there will be a day when I could actually hear such delightful sludgy, dark and doomy music becoming prevalent again.

So, one can only imagine how delightfully surprised I was when I finally discover the likes of Acrimony, Eyehategod, Yob and Cough since the early 2000s. Yeah, I know I was really late in catching the drift. Better late than never I guess?

Hell. Let’s start with the shadiest and vilest of them all.

Luciferian signs by Cough (2008)