Method

There is a method to my madness, she said, once in a pale moon ago. 

A formula to open up my universe, like the peeling of an onion, and the unraveling of my secrets for you…she said, once in a pale moon

Wise Master

at their best, there is gentleness in Humanity.

some understanding and, at times, acts of

courage

but all in all it is a mass, a glob that doesn't

have too much.

it is like a large animal deep in sleep and

almost nothing can awaken it.

when activated it's best at brutality,

selfishness, unjust judgments, murder.

what can we do with it, this Humanity?

nothing.

Charles Bukowski – “What Can We Do?”

Supermoon

When a big ass moon start rising from beyond the hills, and your head feels like a million squirming pulsating critters, hungry for blood, it’s a sure sign that weirdness shall come cascading from every corner of the night....

First taste of weirdness....

Is always the weirdest....

Until you get used to it....

Fueling Hell

The absence of alcohol can really turn one’s thoughts into the most intriguing sophistry. Take the myth of the eternally burning pits of hell, for instance.

The first question to be pondered is surely how the fuck does it gets eternal like that? Is someone or something fueling the flames in that realm, or is there actually a blazing contraption there that continues to recycle the heat and the flames?

One story said it is fuelled by us, by our sins and transgressions, by every twat and dick fornicating beyond the sanctity of marriage, or slaughtering each other regardless of remorse.

Damn, those things do get my nerves all hot.

Maybe what my good ole favorite Czech musicians’ said is true after all, that we are the ones lighting and burning the flames over there.

Torch that realm here

Darkness, undisputed

What was it that many in the good ole “snail-mail and no-internet” underground said about Sigh and Master’s Hammer? Avantgarde? Heck no.

The way I remembered it, they were just admired for being truthful to their lyrics and image and for creating music like no other fucker does to top it all off.

It’s good to know that they are still doing exactly the same thing throughout the years. Even with all those theatrical trumpets, timpani, violins, cellos and samplings galore, I can still feel the darkness of the musicians oozing through every track.

As experience has always shown, real ‘darkness’ can never be limited by stupid categories. And this is darkness, undisputed.

Trumpets from Hell

Hell’s opera