Showing posts with label Craft. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Craft. Show all posts

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Documentaries

If not for an acquaintance alerting me to it, I wouldn’t have bothered to think that anybody would actually make a documentary of the underground black metal-saga. But, I guess some do, and did it quite well too. That is, ‘well’ in terms of highlighting what I’ve always sensed it is going to lead to in the end.


Even without watching most of the documentaries floating about in the internet, I can already tell that it will end up as a brand. Years and years ago, when there was less fat around the belly, hairs around the mouth and scars around the limbs, all I ever dreamt of is to rid the underground of these trends. And boy-oh-boy, do I fucking hate the ‘trendies’ back then. Still hate them now, but not with the same intensity, spite and malice. At least I don’t go out hunting them down anymore… 


It was never about how commercially successful they were/are, but about how they have turned the murky, morbid and hidden nature of the music I was deeply obsessed with, into normal, accepted, everyday bullshit. It used to be out of reach, sequestered, just as this pathetic life was (and still is), so it felt ‘cozy’ to “be with it” rather than just listen to it…That is until all the morons who like to ‘dress up’ come along, and somehow make it ‘mainstream’.


But, hey, it’s inevitable isn’t it? Flocks of sheep always do need a signpost, a flag, a mustering point, to hang on for direction, rebellion, etc… no matter how little they actually know about the nature of that thing they’re clutching on. 

Alas, every now and then, there do appear those who seemed to know what the fuck this whole thing is all about. So fuck the trends, and long live the trends…

Saturday, June 8, 2013

Genesis

I love you because I need to
pass on the spiraling genes
survival by all means
marriage, rape and cohabitation
I love your body because of my genes
spiraling for survival
at any means


war, genocide and traditions
I love the need to replicate the being
the nagging copy of my forefathers bearing
I love you because I love them that beckons
pass on the twisting genes


from chaotic waters

when love is primal and untamed

so shall I love you because I need to
pass on the chaos

AM 2013