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

Wonderful View - II

I’ve always fancied a pink target…

Haze

It was such a bad haze, or smog, or whatever you want to call it, that some people just ended up upside down and bloody on the road sides the past few days. What a messy, messy night indeed.

Good thing I always got my instinct honed for such occasions. 

Nothing beats hunting and gutting up wounded pigs, with a great haze to blanket the night.

Wrong side up, pig!

Paris, 1970

Just realized how lots of intriguing things took place in 1970. 

The ambitious project called Aswan Dam was completed on that fateful year. An achievement which, eventually, lead up to such things as the increase in bilharzias parasitic infection on the unsuspecting local population. 

The Beatles break up on the same time. Leading up, of course, to the glorious murder of John Lennon. Hell, the first ever introduction of computer Floppy Disks was done on the same year!

Let’s not forget the more blood-smeared episodes of a Palestinian militant groups’ hijacking of five airplanes around the globe. On that note, we shouldn’t forget the shooting at Kent State University either…

Glorious, epic times indeed. Nothing, however, as epic and glorious as the live show done by Mr. Osborne and friends, in Paris, sometime in 1970…

Exhibition

I can never really understand the point of art exhibitions. That is not until I check out the Chapman bros’ delightful exhibitions…Those two gave me lots of wonderful ideas indeed. Particularly with the human-like figures they presented.

Anyway, what is missing for me, on any ‘gratifying’ exhibitions, would be a suitable soundtrack to have a walk through it. The right choice of music and art, surprisingly, can have some sort of soothing effect for this restless mind. 

No, I’m not talking about music presented in the exhibition, but something that one can listen on their own, with an Ipod, or whatever. 

This one has given me great times at exhibitions

Wonderful View

There are just too many wonderful view in this lovely place called life, that to let it slip out of the attention and proper appreciation of the internet masses, is simply irresponsible…In that spirit, and dedication, this blog has committed itself to the proper presentation of life’s greatest moments, captured in digital images.

Starting now

Statistics

While numbers, on their own, are hardly stimulating to a musically-challenged mind, a combination with the right type of soundtrack can really produce miraculous moments.

So here’s a daily look at some of life’s more wonderful statistics…. 

And some music to discern it by….

Play loud. Count loud.

The Power of Live Chants

Nothing seems to beat the energy and mystique of a live musical performance. Not for me at least. Not for the likes of Led Zeppelin either. At least not when they were still at their prime… 

Here’s an hour of unbridled bluesy Hard Rock at its best, ever…

‘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!

Dream Toy

I’ve always liked miniatures, especially those WWII ones, with the Nazi Germany’s exquisite military uniforms and paraphernalia. Can’t even recount how many hours were spent doing those miniature kits. 

Nothing has really rekindled the rather fond memories or interest on the subject again until I saw the Chapman brothers’ art display, gloriously depicted on Ramesses’ EP cover.

What a work. I wish it had remained intact, rather than be destroyed, and comes out as a mass-produced miniature series. That’ll definitely be my dream toy.

Even better than just having it made available for the masses, is to have it come in one bundled-package with such gritty dungeon music as what the likes of Ramesses always make…

Dreamy Death Toy Package

Brain Halfs

“Cerba hemisfero estas unu el la du regionoj de la eŭteria cerbo kiuj estas konturitaj per la meza fendo. La cerbo povas tiel esti priskribata kiel dividita en maldekstra kaj dekstra cerbaj hemisferoj. Ĉiu de tiuj hemisferoj havas eksteran tavolon de griza substanco nomita la kortekso kiu estas apogita per interna tavolo de blanka materio. La hemisferoj estas interligitaj per la kaloza korpo, tre granda fasko da nervofibroj, kaj ankaŭ de aliaj pli malgrandaj komisuroj, inkluzive de la antaŭa komisuro, malantaŭa komisuro, kaj hipokampa komisuro.” 

“Tiuj komisuroj transdonas informojn inter la du hemisferoj por kunordigi lokalizitajn funkciojn. La arkitekturo, specoj de ĉeloj, specoj de neŭrotransmisiiloj kaj receptoraj subtipoj estas ĉio distribuata inter la du hemisferoj en rimarkeble malsimetria modo. Tamen, dum kelkaj el tiuj hemisferaj distribuadodiferencoj estas koheraj trans homoj, aŭ eĉ trans kelkaj specioj, multaj observeblaj distribuadodiferencoj varias de individuo al individuo ene de ceta specio.” 

Yeah, just like that.

What Is It With The Word ‘Beyond’?

Is it just me or is there really no end to the multitude of Extreme Metal music released under the title involving the word ‘beyond’??

What is it with that word anyway? Why is this type of glorious music so fixated with it?

Fuck if I care…

There Was A Time

There was indeed a time when speaking of progressive, unorthodox ideas, through music, doesn’t mean getting all pretentious. Nor does it mean getting all distorted into indiscernible dabbling of disharmony or eeriness, to the point of disgust. 

If you can’t play well, pretending you can because the message and the image is so progressive, so weird, so evil or whatever else is the current hype, just doesn’t change the fact that your music sucks.

Thank shit that there was indeed a time when musicians know how to play, and how to communicate uncanny ideas, in ways that is both enjoyable to the ears as it is to the mind… 

Pieces of an excellent time

俳句

When the Apple Blossoms Bloom in the Windmills of Your Mind, 

I’ll be Your Valentine

Or Perhaps a Gutter Full of Slime

Where Your Throat Shall be Slit In The Presence of None

Come, My Slimy Valentine

When You Think You Really Know

The day when you think you really know someone, is (by experience) the day when big surprises will come to knock you off your complacent, self-assured self.  

No one is predictable. A staunch, amiable Christian, who carries a bible just about everywhere the dick goes, could turn out at a movie premier one day and just decide to shoot dead everyone in sight.

Just the same, a nick name from Eastern Europe, Voyvoda, could refer to both a robber gang leader and a revolutionary nationalist hero. Which reference should be considered when someone makes intriguing musical compositions under the same name?

There is just no predictable answer. Just as the music itself remains beautifully unpredictable in most instances.

Hail Voyvoda!

Tribute to Blogs – The Specialist (Pt.2)

As said before, 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 limited taste. Of course, on the other hand, it also provides a chance to satisfy peculiar fetishes as the following great blogs shall represent.

Cerebral Art

It’s always intriguing how much one can philosophize on the circumstances surrounding the late 90’s underground extreme metal scene, let alone the corpse-paint ridden one in Norway. Nevertheless, here is yet another rare blog doing exactly that, and in a quite intriguing way too. If the parallel between Mayhem’s Euronymous thinking (as well as bullshitting) and Bataille/Baudrillard’s sophistry is the sort of thing that keeps you awake for days on end in ecstatic bookworm orgasm, then please be advised – this is definitely where you should go (and die).

Nerd haven

Industrialized Art

As the machination of musical expressions grow by leaps and bounds, inanimate ministries have been set up all over the blogosphere, to spread the advent of cold, indifferent musical art known as the industrial-collective. It is precisely in such a metallic nihilism, that Industrialskad, in my modest opinion, surely stands as the mother hive of the mechanical-collective. Get loaded with engine oil ejaculations and monoliths of emotionless fetish, for this is the mother shit-load of all industrial music manufacturing galore…   

Hail, Deus ex Machina!

The Art of Being Lost

I know an individual once, who decided that backpacking through exotic places is just not enough to free one’s sense of direction and meaning. The individual thus decided to scrap every nagging details, backpack; ID cards; credit cards; mobile phones; bag of clothes; wedding ring; family photographs etc, and just go where the feet walks. What a great day that was, especially when the adventurer showed up a couple years later being burnt and mutilated by an unknown individual. A fellow traveler perhaps?

Get Lost

Filth-arsis II

Moremoremoremore filth! Need it like the needle, the snowy white evil…

Moremoremoremore filth! Come grab that bleeding devil, that murky wound that ever coils….

Gimmegimmegimme 

Mortui vivos docent

Courtesy of this great web

Filth-arsis

There’s always those moments, when all you can really unwind to is through the reverberating chaos of filthy underground death metal shit. Not because it’s cool to be so, just because your brain could not comprehend anymore the reason why your bloodlust is racing up the roof, like a methane cocktail.  

Cliché preference, eh? Maybe it is. But it’s sure as fuck is real for this asshole’s pathetic life, so fuck you and your cliché BS.

Gimme that filth now!!!!