Ashes

I think I just had an epiphany.

How are you supposed to tolerate the blatant, mediocre hypocrisy that is other’s life? What is the purpose of all this floating mass of ignorance, bigotry, pretentiousness, and rotting norms, that spins around and around each and every one of us? 

The answer is simple enough. As simple as the pile of mundane ashes on our future urns

We are here for fertilizers. 

So, yes, tolerate the shit, because we’re all heading to the same dirt. 

Or, perhaps not. 

Maybe it’s better to satisfy our hate while we’re still able to enjoy the bloodlust.

Mr. Anders(s)on

Which Mr. Anders(s)on is better?

That guy above surely has the best choice of color for his attire. Nothing beats a priest-like black robe and shades to boot. Plus, he has some kick ass moves too.

This other guy, however, creates the best flavor of Dark Ambient music I could ever crave for. Plus, he’s doing it for real rather than just acting it out. So I definitely chose him over the former.

Whatever.

My kinda Anders(s)on

Lazy Wet Day

It’s been raining cats and dogs (and cows and elephants etc) all day long. One can’t even go out for a decent doze of alcohol with the blasted rain.

What would be one’s best company in such weather, aside from booze? I suppose a little Raison d'être wouldn’t hurt, wouldn’t it?

Enthraled by a Freaking Rainstorm

The ‘Missed’ Things

Back in the snail mail days, when you live faraway enough from Europe, well..,mostly from Scandinavia then, there always seemed to be something hot brewing in the underground that you miss out on. Raison d'être is one of those things that I had missed back then. Not to mention the rest of Cold Meat Industry’s releases.

Other than a few dubbed tracks obtained through tape trading (yes, if you are not familiar with this most underrated form of underground camaraderie ritual, then you are just too green behind the ears to ever understand what it is) I have never really get the chance to fully appreciate Peter Andersson’s work full-length. Thank the demons for the internet now I cannot stop enjoying his works. Like this piece of gem here, for example.

There is that tinge of darkness in Andersson’s work with Raison d'être that always tingles the very depth of my psyche, whatever actually lurks in there.

Raison d'être in 1993.