Moonlit Fever

It’s never enough, the infatuating chill one gets when sitting under the magick of a full blown moon. Feeling the night creeps under the skin.

The hell with those stupid fucking ‘domesticated’ werewolf and ‘romantic’ vampire movies crap.

A true moon spirit shall always be untamed, lustful for pain and vengeance.

A true funeral moon

Sign of the moon

Diabolical moon

Late and Cold

It’s late, wet and cold, and the blood under these nails just sticks like a bitch to a rich pig.

What a night indeed.

I’ll be damned if this should all lead to a defeat.

I scorn fucking defeat.

Creature of Habit

Some say we are all creatures of habit, and that fondness for being distracted is one of those habitual traits. Perhaps, that’s also the reason why I’m doing this blog or why medieval men and women tinkers with alchemy; religious chants; public executions or dungeon room torture techniques.

Perhaps, it’s the same reason why once a late 1980s obscured underground band hooked you with its haunting songs you just become hooked for life.

Perhaps.

Hooked to Necromancy

Hooked to Doom

Check List

Black stinking leather jacket on? Check

Rusty bullets-belt on? Check

Six packs of beers on hand? Check

Black T-shirt on? Check

Good conscience out of mind? Check

Leather pants on? Check

Pocket knife on hand? Check

Target on sight? Check

No police on deck? Check

Good music on ears? Check

Let the party begin....

Let the victims fall....

The Darkness Within

I don’t suppose it matters really, where you get your diabolical instincts. It’s just there. Lurking deep within and waiting for the right moments to light up the spark.

I am constantly amazed by those who manage to create works of art that could light up that dark spark within me with such ease. How do they do it?

Are they, just like me, living day to day carrying that darkness within so intimately that just about everything we do turns out as reflections of that hideous rot inside?

First Rotting Reflection

Second Rotting Reflection

Tribute to Blogs - The Archeologists

Archeology has always fascinated me as a kid. Nothing in those days seemed remotely as important as digging through cool ruins and finding mummies and all sorts of creepy shits as only an archaeologist could do. The same naïve fascination seemed to have lingered with extreme underground music. I just love people who gave the effort to collect, preserve and share all manners of obscure and rare snail-mail day underground releases. They are part of the minuscule of reasons why life can still be enjoyable sometimes.

Suomi Relics

I suppose it’s pretty obvious for most people that Finland has a great Death and Black Metal scene. But, how obvious is it when we talk about Finnish Hardcore or Punk or Heavy Metal? Thank shit we have such blog as this to inform us of the highly important facts regarding the multi-faceted Finnish underground scene (well, at least before Death & Black Metal become the hype, I suppose?).

Scandinavian Fossils

Metallic Artifacts

I think the idea that demonic/satanic imagery always fits metal music is quite true, and yet also overrated. The sight of a steroid-drenched muscular barbarian/medieval warrior has also hold a pretty impressive and fitting imagery for the music. It almost makes the music feels fit only for warriors, and that if you’re not one then listening to the music makes you (feel like) one. Of course, it doesn’t hurt when you have a collection of great, rare and kick-ass metal music to top it off.

Bloody Artifacts

Dusty Metal Ruins

Heavy/Speed/Thrash Metal, NWOBHM, spikes, hair sprays, eyeliners, one off singles, EPs that drowned in oblivion. If these sound unfamiliar for you then the word ‘metal’, in any type of combination referring to any specific musical styles, is a voluminous lesson that needs to be surmounted before you can ever profess to like the genre. There is no better place to start such a lesson, if you dare, than through the meticulous archives of this great blog. Be dusted in the depths of Metal ruins.

Rarities of the Metallic Kind

Ruins of Psychedelia

What would drive anyone to decide in pursuing a vast and detailed collection of everything created in the 60s and 70s psychedelic Rock saga? Is it the fuzzy, methamphetamine induced groove of the era? The corny and colorful attires, album covers, freezer magnet and stupid VW vans? Whatever it is/was, I am surely glad that some people do pursue this highly amusing and trivial form of collecting.

Psychebiblioteca

Drowning

Fingers slipping, breath thinning, water rushing painfully through the nostrils. What a damn wretched situation drowning is.

I don’t suppose cement block on the feet makes it any better, does it? I don’t think a few stab wounds makes it any less awful either.

Perhaps a good dose of nautical-themed, heavy-as-fuck Doom orchestration would ease the suffering? Say, something like the fine, relaxing tunes of Ahab, perhaps?

Drowning Anesthetic Dosage 1

Tribute to Blogs - The Specialists (Pt.1)

Specialization is always intriguing. It tends to provide a comprehensive look over something that would otherwise seem trivial from a generalized point of view. The only problem is it’s mostly a love-it-or-hate-it situation with such specialized stuffs. Of course, on the other hand, it also provides a chance to satisfy peculiar fetishes as the following great blogs shall represent.

Scaremongering

It’s one thing to read a review of a horror movie from people making a living out of such undertakings, and to read a review from someone who has nothing to gain from it (except for the thrill of watching and crapping oneself to shit with such movies). When morbid movies are your fetish, you can’t go wrong with this blog.

Scaremongering Galore

Filth, Par Excellence

Lust is lust, and flesh is of course flesh. Combine the two and we have the reason for our viral-existence and procreation in this wasteland called earth. It’s a lot of fun though, that’s for sure, especially when people start doing it not for procreation and just for recreation. Depopulation is always more welcomed, and it’s a hell lot better when it’s done in the proper, joyful spirit.

Fleshy Cult

Cult of the Undead

Some things are so important that life would be rendered meaningless unless they are sought after with great perseverance! One of those things is the ever important need to collect all manner of 20th and 21st centuries’ relics of the living dead myth. Yes. You read and heard it right. The zombies. The walking stinks. The things that go bump in the dead of night. The quintessential thing to do in the banality of nowadays swarm of a suffocating overpopulated shithole called life. Click and learn people.

Zombified Fetish

Inanimate Beings

The skill to put together an inanimate entity to paper, out of fantasy alone, is a most intriguing trait any humans could ever aspire to achieve. I just fucking love these morbid, menacing, lusty drawings. They look so much better not just because the artist seemed to be a highly gifted fellow, but also because they are inanimate. Things just tend to look better when they are inanimate, don’t you think?

Sine Anima

Familiar strangers

There are always those familiar faces that you get to see rather often in places frequented by chance or choice, and yet you never get to know personally either.

Uncanny, familiar strangers that you just don’t know whether to trust with your good intention or to thrust with your good pocket knife.

It’s like listening to a type of music you’ve never heard before, and yet one that gives off the same familiar vibes you’ve grown accustomed to. The kind that might leave you baffled whether to scrap or keep the damn recording.

White stranger Ring

Tribute to Blogs - The Cerebral Ones

After a long tedious day of 9 to 5 slavery, sometimes it feels good just to think of something else than this stupid fucking life. Like, thinking of extreme underground music and lifestyle, for example. One or two joints later, and it all becomes a mighty, psychedelically amusing cerebral exercise. Just like the following bloggers have always provided during those morbid moments.

Contemplating Extreme Art

What goes on in the mind of such true Black Metal gentleman as Euronymous, for example, regarding life? What can be learnt from personal correspondence written by such a figure during his heyday in the snail-mail underground music scene? If such questions begs or nags for an immediate answer, you couldn’t come to a better place than this blog.

Surreal philosophy

A Theory of Darkness

I suppose it’s not enough just to have music capable of stirring people to murder others or themselves, some just have to dissect it through philosophical ponderings too. I think I’ll let the blog’s own official description to reveal the depths of oddity that it is all about: “Information and archive site for black metal theory events. Not black metal. Not theory. Not not black metal. Not not theory. Black metal theory. Theoretical blackening of metal. Metallic blackening of theory. Mutual blackening. Nigredo in the intoxological crucible of symposia.” Right. Feel free to up the dosage down there, if you dare.

Not not BM theory

Decent Taste & Insight

Sometimes you get a good blog that features more than just a decent choice of musicians/musical works. Other times you get blogs that features more than just a decent amount of thoughts and information on each musicians/musical works posted. Once in a couple millennia, you get a blog that actually defy the laws of banality and features both decent aspects: taste & insight. Fucking-A!

Intriguing taste & insight

Nostalgic

Feeling kind of nostalgic today, for some unknown reasons. Feels like going back to those good ole rape and shred nights of a youthful, untamed, blood lust...Listening to music played with real felt-pain and unfathomed hatred.

Real aggression, rooted in real pain. You just can’t ever beat that, no matter how well one’s musical skills are, and no matter how fancy the production of a musical album is.

So here’s to the good ole days of ‘real’ extreme music and lifestyles.

Ancient Evil

Sabbatical Hate

Sidewalk Slaughter

Round up the victims, and let the games begin.

Hades Valley

Personally, it has always been hard to find a piece of extreme underground music that really lives up to my expectation of what constitute the epitome of blackened death metal.

One of those rare gem is Aussie’s Sadistik Exekution 1994 track. “Hades Valley”. A superb instrumental track that -as far as I’m concerned- puts all sorts of nowadays Sludge/Doom/Stoner/Drone claim to heaviness and darkness to shame.

Valley of Aural Hate

PS: This band never liked to be labeled Black Metal, but I’m doing it anyway because some of their lyrical and visual traits clearly points to the good ole spirit of Black Metal’s inversed-Christianity galore....even if it is (as some say) done in a tongue-in-check spirit.

Who says evil can’t be funny anyway?

The 70s

Those born in the 1990’s, and maybe also late 1980s, will most likely be unfamiliar with 70s music as a background to their teenage and adolescent years. So, it’s a bit intriguing to see so many 90s youngsters nowadays picking up on the 70s vibe...

Is it the colorful drug-induced, laid back, fuzzy, meth-addicted warmth of the era that drag them?

What makes the retro-70s momentum so intriguing for me, is that it is now seemed to be mixed with death-obsessed and crude anti-Christian or pseudo-psychedelic and occult themes that turned the 70s ‘innocence’ into all out ‘transgressions’...

What a lovely comeback for the era indeed! Especially if it is heralded by talented musicians who do know how to handle their instruments, like the hard rockin bluesy US’ Tia Carrera and UK’s doomy Sabbath-esque Uncle Acid and The Deadbeats.

Tia Fuckin Carrera

Voluminous Acid

One of Those Days

Yup. It’s one of those days, when all you can think of is how you’re going to bash someone’s head in the bar...or how you are going to attack the next bastard turning into the alley...

It’s one of those days alright, when the mental thirst to hate and destroy just gets too much to handle that your hands start to tremble every time you try to suppress it.

And when you’re actually too old to be having a teenage angst that might stir up such emotion, then maybe it is time to contemplate just how fucking mentally sick you really are, eh?

AND......What better music would accompany such contemplation than the likes of Aura Noir?

Contemplate Your Bloodthirst

By the way, that 19th century cartoon posted at the beginning is supposed to express prejudice against the Irish people...Fuck, if all Irish people are as untamed as that I would be proud to be an Irishman....Stupid cartoon...

Fifteen-Years Old Sulphur

Anyone who has read this blog posts before must have known that I don’t like to talk about the bands/musicians I refer to in each post. However, this German band deserves a different treatment.

There must have been at least a dozen acts named ‘Charon’ back in the snail-mail underground days. I don’t think I recall one from Germany before, but this Charon is supposedly founded in that country in 1997.

The fact that it has taken them 15 years to produce a full-length is something highly intriguing for me.

Basically, I was expecting a time-capsule kind of band, with music that is frozen in time to the good ole days of Blackened-death metal.

Don’t think I can expect anything better. Not even with the slight hints of Grind here and there..

That haunting guitar sound, wailing high and menacing in the background of almost all the songs, are one of the things that got me hooked instantly.

Fantastic, even when it’s nothing original.

Inhale The Sulphur

It’s All About Will

How much will-power is needed to sit still in a Budha-like lotus position for hours on end? Does it require the same amount of will-power needed to stab a faggot trying to pick you up on a night stroll through the woods?

How much will-power does it take to stay true to whatever music style a group of musicians is playing? Does it require the same amount of will-power needed to resist fucking a college-girl neighbor that keeps flaunting her superb curves at you every weekend?

Whatever.

The only will-power I am interested nowadays is Grand Magus’ 2008 album. At least with this thing I do have the will-power to face up to any annoying complaints from any colleague for not hearing anything they fucking say, due to the band’s music blaring through my headphones.

Fuckin Will-Power

Yes. It’s a second post in a row with the same fucking band. Why not anyway?

Hell is You, Me and Everyone

I can never remember the name of that French philosopher and writer that created a story underlining how the presence of other people is what the definition of ‘hell’ is all about.

Was it Sarte?

Anyway, that definition has often crept up on various encounters with individuals that are simply obnoxious. As annoying as it is, it does put many of the stuffs on my playlist oddly into perspective.

Take, for example, the blistering and scorching diatribes of Cruel Force.

Rise of Faggot-Slicing Might

What would be a better soundtrack for stalking and then slicing up a back stabbing-snob-on-the-stupid-neighboring-cubicle into tiny fleshy and meaty ribbons than this?

It’s just the ultimate pleasure of non-pretentious, in your face, unbridled misanthropy.

Not the best of the genre, but such tracks as “Leather and Metal” is definitely not a shitty tune to have while engaging oneself in some drive by shooting or while dragging an ex-wife through town by the rear fender....plus a variety of other harmless frolicking around the suburbs.

Bad Blood

Ever seen a lay-off? I’ve seen one, once, and will always remembered what someone told me about it.

“It’s like those mob movies. A purge is needed every now and then, within any group of enterprising people, to clean out the ‘bad blood’.”

Interesting theory isn’t it? I bet everybody that got laid-off that day would be happy to hear it.

Anyway, other than ‘bad blood’, another thing that we can do with that life-fluid and I happen to like is an oath of blood. And Swedes Grand Magus’ Blood Oath is perhaps one the best soundtrack to such an event..

An Oath Inked in Blood

Shit. That’s a really weird way of choosing my daily dosage of metal.

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

The end of free downloads is nigh?

Someone told me somewhere, a rather long time ago, that one of my biggest problem is not knowing when “the end is nigh”. Fair enough. I did crash a car once out of not knowing when to stop putting the pedal to the metal...plus some other shitty moments..

But, never before has that statement ring louder in my head than when I started to read about the SOPA/PIPA Acts that are supposedly being prepared in the U.S. Hearing that these are legal instruments that could actually end free sharing and file storing of music is like hearing one of those daylight lightning strikes. Shocking and annoying at the same time.

I thought it was just a joke, until I try to access Megaupload and got this instead....

Well, since I’ve never like to read complex legal drafts, and found the following video very helpful to understand what SOPA/PIPA’s consequences are, thought I’d just share it here now and safe anyone reading the pain of understanding what the hell I’m blabbering about.