For Granted

It’s always amusing to see people taking things for granted. Thinking, it often seemed to be, that everything will go on as before, business as usual, ad infinitum. That you can keep making the same shit mistakes over and over and over again, with impunity, or eternal understanding and forgiveness.

The biggest fun is when you see these sheep bang their heads hard against whatever walls they are inevitably racing to. Boy do I love the tears. Love the blood. Love the pain and insanity. 

It’s like slow dissection…you can almost taste the exquisite pain, in every inch of disembodied limbs

Obscurity

What is obscurity, if not hidden and secluded existence?

So why are so many throwing the word left and right, for anything new in the underground extreme metal music scene that is actually quite accessible by the internet?

What the fuck is so obscure about it when you can google up something in a few seconds?

Well, that said, some shits do get deliciously murky and primordial every now and then…Not obscure, but definitely not shallow either.

Just like teenage flesh on a moonlit equinox. Yummy.

Is A Flame

Love is a flame

A devil's thing

A violent storm

About to be born

Just look in these eyes

See all the lies

All the things you see

You cannot deny

Got a flame

Burns inside

If you don't wanna burn

Just walk on by

And the pain

You're feeling now

Is nothing compared

To the pleasures I hide

Awaken

What does it take for people to wake up to fucking reality? 

I guess people just forget, easily. No matter how much death and destruction happen, how much gruesome ways we have been killing each other, we just forget.

And so we continue to fornicate, and have fun, and babies, regardless of how fucked-up life has become.

Well, maybe that’s good anyway. More suffering, might just lead to more awakening 

Monotheism

Mo

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ism

How To Exit

How do you exit the stage, after performing one of Progressive Rock’s most monumental concert ever?

No, no blood drinking, bat chewing, naked girls romping needed. No bombastic theatrical charade is also warranted.

You just walk off, and head to the left of the stage.

That’s all there is to it 

Silly Bloody Days

Looking back on those good ole snail-mail days of the extreme global underground musical circuit, one would be a fool not to laugh at some of the bad blood between ‘groups’ that goes on those days.

I still remember the days when HC/Punk shits would always look to pick up fights with Death/Black Metal cocks, at every fucking venue around my neighborhood. 

Great nights for bleeding fists and noses, I tell ya.

Now what does it all mean anyway? Can’t sing about evil if your punk/HC?

What a bunch of bullshits

Pet

If I can ever choose a pet, it would have to be menacing. A little fuzzy and unclear in terms of species, but it definitely needs to be unfriendly.

Maybe a Tarkus will do.

You know. That psychedelic, gun-toting, fuzzy, tank-morphed thing from the 1970s. The one that roam around the rainbow-colored vista of Mr. Emerson, Lake and Palmer’s twisted and egocentric little minds?

Twisted Little Fun

How do you have your fun years ago? Did you also try the joy of arson on hallowed ground? Pillaging the dead ones’ last abode? Mutilating little pesky preachers?

Dirty, summer-filled days of vice, galore. Just thinking about it brings back fond memories of those nearly perfect soundtracks from the darker sides of metal music..

I miss the dirty black summer

Bratislav Stojanovic

Who ever think that homeless people are dumb, need only to look at Bratislav Stojanovic, a homeless genius from Serbia. The man, 43 years old, has chosen to live inside a tomb, in the southern Serbian town of Nis where he has been living all his live. 

Stojanovic, a Nis-born construction worker who never had a regular job, first lived in abandoned houses, but around 15 years ago decided to settle in the old city cemetery. 

Now that’s a smart choice of living, considering all the shit other people brings about all the time.

Who needs fucking neighbors anyway? Being solitary is being in bliss.

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It is essential to teach your kids early on that conspiracy theories are the only meaningful truth out there. We can never have enough psychopaths, people. Never enough.

Faith

Hell yes, I do have faith. Faith in the potential of every fucking human being to lie, cheat, exploit and manipulate. To be hypocritical, self-centered, a snob, and a fucking coward.

Those are the traits of every human being. You. Me. The long-gone-dead and the soon to be dead. Never lose faith on our vices, or be blinded forever.

Now that’s as real a faith as it can ever get, isn’t it?

Fuckin good ole faith in humanity. Yes sir.

We should all be treated to euthanasia if there shall ever be peace across this fuckin globe.

What Is It?

What is it that brings us out, back to the congested, polluted streets, self-centered crowds of sheep, bullshit chatters, day in, day out? 

Is it hunger? Sex? Boredom? Need of achievement (yeah, right)?

Maybe we just can’t stand to stand still and do nothing…Maybe that’s why every now and then we need some outlet, something different, new, taboo. A different type of hunger. Like what that NYPD pig was said to be doing, Valle, plotting to hack and chew on his own wife.

Maybe that’s why some us are hooked on the less mild forms of music.

Because it’s a bloody hunger….

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YES-YES-YES!! We need more priests burning themselves to ashes in public! Bring it on!

Valentine?

Just remembered that today’s supposed to be Valentine’s Day? What a coincidence, as I was just talking about my undying passion for kick-ass metal music of the late 80s and early 90s.

As I was telling my latest and soon-to-be-executed victim, it’s not just about pioneering further genres along the way, it’s also about how deliciously excellent these old school metal heads were. They don’t rely on fancy FXs or additional background sounds, they just hack it to pieces with whatever instruments they got. 

And it works so goddamn-good most of the time, because it almost always comes from the heart, and not from the pretentious fickle mind of internet junkies, bent on being renowned or ‘accepted’ in the virtual world of bullshits.

Fuck, I talk too much lately. 

Kick it Hard

The old timers’ way

Back To The Roots

Every now and then, a man has got to get back to the roots. No matter how murky, no matter how filthy. Back to where it all begins, that tingling sensation that only this kind of music can cause, and only intense venting of hatred on another soul could possibly substitute. 

Fuckin bloody roots 

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Lovely! I want the next pig wearing this on my cross hair sight!

The Underworld

Whoever said that extreme underground metal music is anything but food for thought, is a dick worthy of slow methodical slicing. 

I fucking learnt a lot more about history and mythology from the best of the filthiest underground bands, than I ever did from my uptight teachers…

Take, Kur-Nu-Gi-A, for example. If I never bothered to listen to the early 90s and late 80s Swedish underground stuffs, I wouldn’t fuckin know that it actually means ‘The Underworld’ in Babylonian mythology, now wouldn’t I? And I sure as hell won’t know that such epic Babylonian heroes like Gilgamesh would go and rampage through Kurnugia to gain wisdom, every now and then.

Or that Kurnugia is actually called by another name, Arali, and that it is fuckin ruled by a fuckin goddess called Allatu alias Ereshkigal

Fuck institutional education. You’ll learn way more outside the fuckin norm.

Celebrate

How do you celebrate the first month of a new year, full of delicious murderous-cum-suicidal rampage and bloody conflicts? Would listening to some harsh, blood boiling music count as a good alternative?

Hell yes. Old school, raw and grim underground pioneering musical extremities are definitely the best option.

Bring on the deaths!

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Yee-haw! What a breathtaking year!