27 Jan 2012 ✎ reply
New release from Whitehorse available for free download at their bandcamp.
The two rivals are now reunited on this EP, sometimes a little light but overall pretty freakin’ awesome, yes we really love Whitehorse here as you all know. And once again, the prove that Biggie Smalls was the best MC who ever walked on the face of the earth…
23 Jan 2012 ✎ reply
Ok so we’re now on Soundcloud, which I kinda like.
I guess from now on you’ll be able to download all our mixes from there.
Oh yeah and Sektemtum is coming soon bitches…
23 Jan 2012 ✎ reply
His name is Ramon Maiden, he is from Barcelona and here is, in a few frames, the tip of the iceberg of an amazing craftsmanship that wears many shapes and forms. I, of course, have a weakness for all the religious material but there’s much more to see. Make sure you check it out here.
22 Jan 2012 ✎ reply
STRENGTH OF STRINGS
“The Voice of those who don’t deserve one. Which song goes with which little victim. Beautifully rendered and constructed and hung with no greater need than to inspire something immediately identifiable. Point to the paintings of jesus as you walk the marble floors of the repugnant vatican.
There’s a quite a few. Now select the faces out of the little murdered mice all covered by the twenty or so years I’ve been collecting newspaper articles as pornography and ask each fucking mother of each fucking suffocated rodent “what happened here?” Remind me. Because I forgot”.
Peter Sotos.
Gratitude: Peter Sotos, Martin Bladh, the artists.
…To the dead & those who sleep in fear.
LISTEN TO THE BEASTIE BOX
7 Jan 2012 ✎ reply
I know pretty much nothing about this record: who’s behind it and even how it came to me. So it totally belongs in the “mysteries of the Universe” album category, the ones you prefer not to know too much about. But I can recognize Boyd Rice sexy soothing voice at the beginning and that should sold you on this one. This is supposed to put you to sleep, ha, and somehow transcend your soul. Well, I have to say it kinda works.
Volume III coming up soon.
3 Jan 2012 ✎ reply
“Twilight Man” by Boyd Rice is out now on Heartworm Press or any good book store.
These are his supposed memoirs of his career in San Francisco as an alarm agent. Just started it so can’t say too much at the moment except I always liked good storytellers…
From the back cover:
“Long after San Francisco’s Summer of Love turned into a Winter of Hate, Boyd Rice was the voice of a new, truly lost generation. Brimming with protoapocalyptic violence and populated by trolls, swarming rats, junkies, hookers, angry white men and homicidal eunuchs, Twilight Man proves the author’s fiction as extraordinary as his life. When it comes to noire, it’s hard to think a man more truly dark than Boyd Rice.”
– Carlo McCormick
“Only Boyd Rice could deliver the perfect surreal film-noir account of his wild nights responding to alarm calls in San Francisco’s Chinatown. Twilight Man is full of fun and exciting adventure tales from everyone’s favorite misanthrope!”
– Dwid Hellion
“Never have I read such horrific and depraved tales and never have I laughed so hard. Boyd Rice the boy may have been born in the sunny suburb of Lemon Grove, but Boyd Rice the man was created in the apocalyptic, bloodfilled, shit-stained streets of San Francisco. Twilight Man is easily the funniest and most fucked up book I have ever read. Nobody, not even Boyd, could make this shit up.”
– Matt Skiba
“Twilight Man is a gripping account of falling out of love with a city that has turned sour and the inhabitants, both man and beast, feral. Boyd Rice has penned a classic action adventure steeped in noir aesthetics and pulp style. The world is on fire, let’s dance.”
– Nina Antonia
“A memoir that reads like the best of neo-noir, suitably packed with as much truth and humor to satisfy the devil himself.”
– Johnny StrikeHeartworm Press.
29 Dec 2011 ✎ reply
Catching up a lil’ late on that one but remember the amazing “Dick Towel” commercial by Kool Keith? Here’s is new masterpiece taken from the “This Not A Hotel” album by Yeti beats. Genius.
26 Dec 2011 ✎ reply
Although their last good album goes way back to “Filth Pig”, Ministry’s discography was so far totally flawless (and yes I regard “With Sympathy” as a great album) and exemplary.
I saw them live for the first time when I was something like 13 or 14 and they left a really strong impression on me and my auditory system. I remember especially the “SHUT UP!!!” Al yelled at the sound man so he could cut the shitty background music. Blackout. The crowd screams, I sense something big is about to happen. And then the first notes of “N.W.O” engulfed us all in a storm of decibels and flames. “What the…?” said the old me…
I remember mostly sounds, barely images, I was far from the stage and it was a summer festival but I’m pretty sure what happened that night is pretty similar to the content of “Fix: The Ministry movie”.
“Fix” captures the band’s madness at its peak, during the “Filth Pig” tour, and their descent into a boozy drug-addled paranoid madness from which they, alas, won’t recover. Yes, the band never ever recorded a good album since… Paul Barker left a couple of weak records later and Al is now relocated in El Paso, drinking vino, gardening and playing thrash metal with is back-up band. I haven’t seen the movie yet so I can’t go too much into details but from what I read here and there, despite its total lack of structure, it’s smart enough to leave you wondering what’s the part of reality and stagecraft in this dangerous mess. Mess here, mess there, chaos, drugs & death. That’s what we all came to see and yes, you’ll see it all, whether it’s staged or not… But I mean, isn’t it the very essence of rock n’ roll? Even if only a part is true, which I doubt anyway, so be it: death to reality, long live the myth. Ministry’s legend is indestructible and I don’t care much if the band is long dead and gone. Their legacy kicks some serious ass.
Learn more about Fix and who are the lunatics behind this insanity here
Trailers #1 & #2 below, for your viewing pleasure.
26 Dec 2011 ✎ reply
Oi!
Sorry for the total lack of posts on this blog, I’ve been massively traveling all over the place last month. First Buenos Aires, then the Florida Keys and last but not least, fucking Amarillo in Texas. Famous worldwide for its church, guns & its infamous 72 oz steak challenge. Yummy.
It’s been overall quite a ride and a very successful one… Postcards attached.
We smoked, we drank and we bled, we built windshields in the desert, barely slept and had a lot of fun.
Of course, I didn’t really have a minute for me since I came back to New-York (which I deeply missed). And now here we are, winter solstice, baby Jesus and the end of the world… Damn.
So what’s coming up next?
My recent Peter Sotos readings have inspired the upcoming Beastie Box mix.
It will be really harsh & nasty. And kinda gross too. But I think I’ll still be able to incorporate a Coil song. Maybe two. Should be online sometime next week. Got all the songs lined up, only need to tie them together which always takes more time than I originally thought. Don’t forget to browse the archives, these mixes are definitely the highlight of this blog. So by the way, if you like it, let me know, feedback is always appreciated.
Music wise, the only thing that kicked my ass for real recently is the “New Brigade” album by Ice Age, a must-have, the new Kickback sucks big time (unless you want to listen to free jazz) and Sale Freux is about to release a new album. Fuck yeah. Been kicking a lot of old-school industrial / cold-wave stuff lately. Revisiting the classics. That’s all I can think of right now…
On a last note, my friend Matthieu recently came back from a trip in Indonesia to shoot some material for his upcoming film: “At The East Of Hell”. Can’t wait to get an update from him.
More coming soon, stay tuned, God bless you.
Take care and control,
Simon
(follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/SatanIsCooking)
5 Nov 2011 ✎ reply
The SF Golden Gate bridge is the first suicide location on the planet. Since its opening in 1937, over 1200 people jumped over the deck to a 275 feet fall. Most of them are dead, very few survived. This film is about these people, their friends and families and the place they chose to end their lives.
25 Oct 2011 ✎ reply
New release from Amortout Productions with these “Variations sur Oxygène pour platines et pédales” by Shantidas. Yes you have to be french to fully get it, I mean the title, not the tape. Tape can be ordered directly at Amortout. It’s yellow and loosely based on the JMJ masterpiece “Oxygène”. Available in limited quantity so don’t wait too long…
20 Oct 2011 ✎ reply
Fall is Coil season.
Coil season is Fall.
In memory of Jhon Balance and Peter Christopherson.
And all the kids in the video who probably died of A.I.D.S since…
By the way, I can’t believe this was aired on MTV…
No seriously, what happened?
20 Oct 2011 ✎ reply
And now introducing one of my latest obsession:
White Horse is the project of Ben Chisholm (Chelsea Wolfe) and has released three EP’s so far.
This serie has been baptized: “The Revenant Gospels”. Indeed, White Horse music is made out of eerie rhythmic sounds over dead people’s voices. Simple but stunning. From old baptist gospel to Freddie Mercury’s “Bohemian Rhapsody”, White Horse brings back to life these souls from the realm of death. If it almost sounds sometimes like they are surprised, angry or upset of being here, it always feels like they’re much alive again. This invocation-like effect gives White Horse music all its depth, mystery and beauty.
A track like ““So That Death Will Tremble To Take Us” (which was featured in our latest podcast) is absolute perfection and a true gem. Since these vocals are not looped, I personally prefer when the track is built around the vocals and not the opposite. So, quite probably, a better balance could be found on a couple of tunes but this is definitely one of my favorite thing to listen to at the moment. All hail the Dead!
Since it’s uploaded on their bandcamp, I didn’t see any problem with also sharing here, but please support the artist.
All three EP’s can be directly purchased here.
10 Oct 2011 ✎ 1 reply
Peter Sotos writes about serial-killers, child molesters, rapists, glory holes, peep shows, genocides and isn’t afraid of using the word “nigger” either.
Some refers to him as a modern Sade, although I think the boudoir of some french château is not really comparable to a stinky public toilet. The urban factor I guess.
In 1984 he published the fanzine “Pure” in praise of the most infamous killers on the face of the earth, from Ted(dy) Bundy to Heinrich Himmler. And their victims were named “cunts”, “whores” and “rats”.
This is how he introduced the project:
“In our search for extremes, we are constantly bombarded with humanist, feminist and other equally asinine diatribes that writers employ to alleviate the strain on their “conscience” or to try and seduce us into their maudlin world of false securities and self-contempt. PURE exists, then, for those who desire extremities and are tired of listening to/or acting like housepets. PURE satiates and encourages true lusts.
There is no need to convince outsiders of a philosophy, nor any reason to hide or pawn our tastes and instincts off as a moralistic examination of the “dark side of human nature”. There is no mission to force a begrudged acceptance of the “true state of the human condition.” We offer no such safeties, and monetary concerns aside, new liberal and free-thinking converts are of little use. PURE exists for those who want it.”
Sotos’ work (he wrote about 10 books exploring over and over the same obsessions) is supported by collected material published in the medias.
Articles, pictures, interviews dealing with Mr. Sotos big favorites: murders and child abuse.
It doesn’t take long to realize, also because it is so fucking brilliantly put together, the real pornography lies in the obscene way these cases are treated by the medias. And anyone, including the “victims”, pushed by their morbid curiosity and taste for glory, doesn’t worth more than the offenders themselves. There’s of course much more than this very simple, and quite commonly accepted, idea but I’ll leave that up to you.
Peter Sotos was also part of the band Whitehouse for a few years.
His literature is a punch in the guts. Don’t look for any comfort or safety here, there’s absolutely none.
This will upset you but you’ll hardly be able to take your eyes off it. Yes, the fat greek bastard owns you.
25 Sep 2011 ✎ 4 replies
THE OWLS ARE NOT WHAT THEY SEEM
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On june third of the year 1993, three teenagers were arrested for the murder of three eight-year old boys in West Memphis, Arkansas. The bodies were found in a ditch, naked and hogtied with their own shoe laces. Two of them were drowned, the third one was beat-up to death. Brutal, rabid, grotesque murders in the land of Jesus Christ & Betty Blue… The devil is among us.
It soon appeared the arrest of these three outcast teenagers was more the consequence of their taste in heavy-metal music, black clothes and horror literature than any single consistent piece of evidence. No serious proofs were implicating Jessie, Damien & Jason. Everything was based on a forced confession, fake testimonies and rampant paranoia. Satanic Ritual Murder. These three words were on every lips. Any evidence which could have helped to find the real killer(s) were either lost or destroyed. It was the infamous Salem Witch Trials, a couple of centuries later, in a town where you find a church at every street corner. The trial was documented in the astonishing documentary film “Paradise Lost” which brought the story to the world. Originally assigned to document the case of three blood-thirsty Satan worshippers it didn’t take long to the directors to realize something was going horribly wrong. No need to expand on the flaws of this case, the film is doing quite a good job at showing the stupidity and incompetence of the local authorities as well as the blind rage of a community in shock.
In this poor, small, religious town, people get drunk, pop pills and praise Jesus. Actually, 2 of the 3 parents’ victims were alcoholic, drug addicts and violent biggots… Who knows what can happen when a child abuser redneck brute is high on meth, bible in one hand, belt in the other? Two of the teenagers were sentenced to prison for life, the third one was sent on death row. But thanks to the documentary, the “Free The West Memphis Three” movement was born and money was raised to support their quest for truth and justice. After 18 years spent in prison for a crime they didn’t commit, they were finally fred at the most absurd condition of pleading guilty. The state of Arkansas will definitely never admit they got it all wrong. So if the West Memphis Three are now walking free, their names haven’t been cleared, justice hasn’t been done. A murderer is still out there and, surprise, surprise, it looks like the most recent DNA test is pointing on one of the kid’s parent… The case is not closed, far from it.
But enough for spoilers. If you haven’t seen the documentary, please watch it. This is a fascinating, revolting, horrifying descent into human stupidity.
This mix is my soundtrack of the West Memphis Three story. It’s focused on the religious fanaticism, the drugs, the teenage depression… It contains…
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15 Sep 2011 ✎ reply
Afghan pop legend and revolutionary poet, killed by the communist general Daud Taroon at the age of Christ, Ahmad became a legend after his Death even though he was already quite the shit when he was still alive.
As his homeland was on verge of collapsing and descend into 40 years of war, Ahmad Zahir, AKA the Elvis of Afghanistan, operated as a symbol of freedom, love and other sweaty delights of the seventies in his troubled country. Praised for his lascivious hypnotic pop folk where wah-wah guitars and reverbed drums meet tablas and sitars, Zahir’s music is the equivalent of a dive in a pool of warm psychedelic chocolate lust. Go sleazy, go.
8 Sep 2011 ✎ reply
Have you ever read the awesome Sandman tales, by Neil Gaiman? Just can’t help falling asleep after a few pages these days. 10 volumes will last me 10 years. Love it.
Sandman, like a skinny Robert Smith with a little bit of Andrew Eldritch when he was singing “Dominion” in the desert. A masculine icon of some sorts, especially for those who grew up in the 80’s. But seriously, who has not?
Sandman is telling us the story of Dream. His siblings are Death, Desire, Destiny, Delirium & Despair. All born before gods were even dreamed by men.
First read it in french, now re-reading in english, it’s like watching your favorite foreign movie without bad dubbing for the first time, it’s great but you feel a little nostalgic too.
The Sandman series would go just under anything by Alan Moore. And sometimes gets just above…
7 Sep 2011 ✎ reply
I’m currently on an early Laibach kick and I decided I should share that with you. It’s crazy how influential this band is without really getting credit for it.
I just couldn’t believe my eyes the first time I saw their videos… These young lads dressed like hitlerian youths rising their cups of brune ale in front of a cute little chalet somewhere in the alps while a triumphant deer is galloping through the lush woods surrounding the house. A brief moment of calm and camaraderie among the incessant totalitarian waves. Before turning this into Pop, Laibach was first dedicated to pure eastern desolation, minimal drumming and menacing vocals. Here it is folks, the first tape ever released by the legendary Slovenian group.
19 Aug 2011 ✎ 1 reply
The night is august 17th. A wednesday.
Chelsea Wolfe makes her NYC début tonight and the club is packed.
The lady is expected I guess… And the fact she’s playing solo on that very special night makes it even more exclusive baby. No backing band as usual but a dark canva of electronic sounds provided by Mr. Ben Chisholm (AKA White Horse, AKA voices of the Dead) to support Chelsea Wolfe’s delicate universe. Try to picture Countess Bathory high on ketamine, lost in a David Lynch movie and you’re almost there. Somewhere between the Carpathian mountains and Sunset Blvd, Chelsea Wolfe music is nothing but a sweet haunting nightmare. Any move she makes or any cord she plays and the audience is all eyes and ears. My friends, it basically took her 15 seconds to hypnotize everyone. I don’t know if she took the veil thing from Metallic Falcons or not, if her music is goth, witch house, brutal death or christian rap and I don’t really care actually. It looks stunning and sounds awesome. In short: just fucking amazing.
Before that: shoegaze gloom bedroom band Planning For Burial made his guitar cry out loud. Sounds like I’m making fun but seriously: his guitar riffs are just so damn epic in their sadness it’s astonishing. Planning For Burial “Leaving” LP is really cool and out for a little while now, we already played some in Beastie Box, check it out.
And to conclude the evening: a spastic, rabid, intense Cult Of Youth played a 15 minutes set. Way too short, I was definitely up for more… I’m just hoping the delayed schedule this evening was the only reason for such a tease!
Chelsea Wolfe stole the night anyway, and this first New-York gig will definitely be part of the “I was there” kind of shows two years from now. That should be what it will take for Chelsea Wolfe to conquer the world. She, for sure, got what it takes.
Oh and don’t forget to purchase their new record out on Pendu!
Here are a few shots from the evening, I’ll post more once I’m through all my jpegs.
CULT OF YOUTH
12 Aug 2011 ✎ reply
Yes, “London Is Burning” Joe once said…
New killer mix from SLMT!!!
sex lies magnetic tape – requiem for burning cities by sex lies magnetic tape
9 Aug 2011 ✎ reply
INFERNO CORDIAL
Wow, this marks the return of the Beastie Box! Hope you’ll enjoy, I spent quite some time on it. This was hugely inspired by the movies of Nicolas Winding Refn, John Carpenter, L.A, Astrobastard, Austin Osman Spare, Lord Boleskine, Brooklyn sticky hot summer and lousy bathrooms in lousy warehouses.
No playlist this time, lots of stuff you already know and some you, hopefully, don’t!
Cheers and crank it up motherfuckers!!!
In memory of Conrad Schintzler.
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4 Aug 2011 ✎ reply
Giallo ambient horror is coming to Brooklyn to haunt you, along with our friend Robbie who will have once again many stories to tell about firewood, ancient greece and how to survive winter in New Mexico mountains.
As said before Lussuria just a released a fantastic LP on Hospital. Truly recommended.
18 Jul 2011 ✎ 2 replies
Shortly before I went on my L.A trip I received on the mailbox the most amazing Slayer Mag Diaries which will be reviewed and discussed later in these pages. It is hard to think of a zine summarizing better the spirit of underground metal, if anything like that ever existed, and the book offers some of the best metal interviews you’ll ever read. I could feel my heart beating faster as I was flipping the pages. And this is a HUGE volume. “Det Som Engang Var” as one asshole once said… But I was once again amused though by some of the protagonists of the book worshipping all that is “evil” in their own cliché terms with an emphasis on war, genocide, rape, AIDS, the nazi regime and other downfalls of mankind.
When reading such funny words, that kinda started with Euronymous way back and that I also since read many times in some various interviews with various bands, I can’t help thinking that these guys should also mention christianity and therefore FULLY support it. See, christianity left thousand of corpses and shattered bodies behind. From the spanish inquisition to the recent widespread media pedophile cases, through organized theft and worldwide propaganda, this is one true “evil” that is never evoked by our so-called “evil” worshippers. Come on guys, where you at? And the question is: where do you really stand? Are you an artist or a moron? Are you really part of the consensus? Christianity is surely one big fucked up demonstration on how human beings can slaughter each other with all the rabid intensity involved when crimes are done with this quite convenient idea you’re the mere instrument of some higher power. And I can sure tell a priest is, in my own terms, more “evil” than any black metal lad… Christianity left probably more cold bodies behind through countless centuries than any war or fascistic regime. So if they do mean what they say, these guys should also mention they support and cherish christianity and even islam while we’re at it. What better “evil” can be hoped for? And that is where these dummies sound so fucking limited and retarded. They got it all wrong. I say, leave mankind behind, walk your own path. Use people if you have to, destroy people if you have to and laugh about it all. But thinking nazi germany was a great thing as well as AIDS… What the fuck? Fascination is one thing, fanaticism is another. And fanaticism has no room in free will. We all know these guys, fucking helpless romantics is what they are. I might have been one of them although I’ve never been stupid enough to think murder is a great thing. Black metal is freedom. The wind in your hair and ok, the moanings of women as you rape them as a famous cimmerian once said, I give up that one to you. But this is all fucking, desperately romantic. And this…
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1 Jul 2011 ✎ reply
This amazing giallo ambient project has just released an LP in very limited quantity entitled “Ghost Entanglement”. In their own words this piece of Phantasmal Electronics Domain consists in “a seamless sound collage taking you through all the various rooms of the house. While blindfolded you reach for things familiar but everything feels different in the dark. A state of ambience is interrupted by deja vu”. I could not find better words.
You can inquire on availability at : buioomega23 (at) gmail.com.
30 Jun 2011 ✎ 1 reply
The first of, I hope, a long serie hosted by our friend SLMT.
According to its genitor “this one is designed for walking round Brooklyn at twilight, hood up, doob in hand”. Word.
01. Ilyas Ahmed – Golden Universe
02. Twells And Christensen – Burning Bridges Together
03. Infinite Body – I Am But Dust And Ashes
04. Tidal – Point Break
05. Obsidian Pond – Reaching Warm Waters
06. Low – Lullaby
07. Bardo Pond – Tantric Porno
08. White Buzz – Return Of The Phoenix
09. The Hidden Hand – The Deprogramming Of Tom Delay
10. Black To Comm – Void
11. Bastard Priest – Under The Hammer Of Destruction
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14 Jun 2011 ✎ reply
Fuck yeah! New Diapsiquir!!! This band is getting better and better over the years and their new album is the finest piece of shit they’ve released so far. For those of you weaklings who don’t know the band, I would call it a mix between avant-garde norwegian black-metal from the nineties (“666 International” and all that shit), industrial music and french artists like Daniel Balavoine or Booba coupled with a badass attitude, lots of booze, drugs & piss. All in all, a big wet stinky hairy hole from which is crawling out devil worshippers, pedophiles, junkies, crazies, suicide bombers, hooligans and hoodlums. If you have vertigo, don’t look down: this album is an abyss spitting blood and cum.
The songs’ structures are as chaotic, broken and deliciously confusing as the production is brilliant and I have to say arrangements are fucking flawless. Who has ever thought of a flamenco guitar over industrial loops and a spoken word? Yes, these guys are actually smarter than you think: from sampling Jedi Mind Tricks to Stelvio Cipriani, they got props and probably better taste than you. They play their anxiety on the grand piano, going from blast beats to break beats in a blink of an eye and don’t give a damn if you think this is not how black-metal should sound.
Actually, they are the assholes who are making fun of your ponytail and want to kick your fat ass when you’re getting drunk with your metal buddies at the Black Dog. They want to punch you in the face and I have to say they’re right. Beautiful and delicate as a crackhead hobo butt fucking an angel with a dildo made of razorblades. Gnarly.
26 May 2011 ✎ reply
Brothers and sisters, rejoice! The new offering from WKN temple is here! Former industrial god and presently high priest of the Infinite Church Of The Leading Hand, our beloved Reverend Sunlight Julius, is back in what shall be considered as one of his finest release. From bombastic wagnerian industrial operas to fuzzy trippy cosmic torpedoes, DB music has kept an impressive cohesion all the way, constantly expanding in its own very special universe and pushing musical boundaries super nova style. So the announcement of this unexpected, however logical, alliance with occult architects Aluk Todolo might have surprised at first but couldn’t make any more sense in regards to DB recent evolution. Aluk Todolo being undoubtedly part of the most exciting bands around at the moment there were tremendous expectations on that record and the Gods did not disappoint.
This record is a sequel to the inaugural DB/White Hills project: not your average split but a real collaboration between the two bands that basically combines best of both worlds. Even though connoisseurs will hear “who is doing what”, the alchemy totally works and I’m not going to say this is just a DB + AT kind of thing. Nope, this collaboration really bring the bands unto new territories and makes their usual sound only richer and better.
Now, I know that psychedelic and dark are the most common words you’ll probably read about this record. Personally I can’t help but finding a huge Giallo influence in it, the mix of rhythmic patterns, hypnotic bass lines, vocal samples, organ and shrinking guitars are the perfect giallo on LSD soundtrack to me. I can see the camera zooming on the black leather gloves opening the razor in slow motion as mandalas and sigils are spinning in the background… I can totally see that. And that feels really good. Maybe this record was supposed to rocket me straight to heart of the sun, instead I went down to the basement, where it stinks real bad and you can hear scratches inside the walls… Not bad either and absolutely mind fucking.
This wonderful LP has been released in limited quantity and from what I heard is almost, if not already, sold-out. It will probably be released on CD at some point so stay tuned. All praise due to the reverend!
