Cooking with Satan

From Feral House (I’m being lazy I know…)
Anyway we talked about Peter Sotos in these pages, even uploaded his infamous zine “Pure”.
Don’t miss this one.

“Jamie Gillis appeared in over one hundred films, and as such was a primary performer in pornography’s “Golden Age.” Gillis is also known for inventing the “Gonzo” genre of pornography, played out in the film Boogie Nights by Burt Reynolds’ character.
Pure Filth appears as transcripts from the films Jamie produced during these early years of radical and highly personal pornography. Completed just before his death in February 2010, Gillis contributed an introduction to each transcript to shed light on his ideas and plans, as well as anecdotal details and personal commentary. The book has more to do with an artist’s understanding of sex than the mere views of a flesh peddler. The careful language and brutal intelligence that Jamie brought to interviews are what separates the conversations from any other work that might have more academic or prurient pretensions.
Extreme novelist Peter Sotos, perhaps better known and appreciated in France and the United Kingdom than his home country, was a good friend of Jamie Gillis, and Sotos’ unusual perspective makes this volume possible.”

It is february 12th 2012 and I’m downloading on iTunes Sektemtum first album “Aut Caesar Aut Nihil”. First of all, “downloading” and then “iTunes”. Two words usually banned from any black-metal related topic. But, like we said above, it is 2012 and when it comes to audio formats and musical genres, things have evolved a bit.
Some people embraced the change while some other decided to remain forever faithful to the old ways. To each is own, none is better than the other and whether you release limited tapes or ship millions to Best Buy, it has, ultimately, little to do with the quality of your music. But the old ways, and we’re still talking about black-metal here, generally have the favors of the fans. Fans who like the comforting buzzing routine of leather and spikes, lo-fi productions and redundant lyrics. As long as you got the spirit, never mind the music. Sektemtum is all but old-school and has shown very little interest in preserving the established image of black-metal. They’re outsiders who made a black-metal record only because they wanted to, not because they belong to that scene in any way. Unless… Yes, you read well, Meyhnac’h, of über-true black-metal pionneers Mütiilation, is part of the gang. Confusing. Especially for those who make “forest” rhyming with “darkness”. It didn’t take long for the band to spawn controversy before the album was even released and divide the scene. Because of all these reasons, and first and foremost because we think they released a record that is more meaningful for the scene than any average black-metal production, we decided to get in touch with the band and learn a little more on what the fuck they’re about. Reverend Prick & PLCD agreed to answer our questions.
Enter the New World.

PS: I see it coming from here: pretentious, arrogant, fake, over-produced, not true and so on… Maybe, in some ways. But also applicable to 99,99% bands outside Norway after march 1987. So please, give it a break and move on.
Si tu kiffes pas renoi…

If you don’t know them already, well just get their album. They’re awesome. I guess Flavor Flav can be wrong sometimes…

More shots of the abandoned officers’ house at the Brooklyn Navy Yard, that I already explored a while ago…

These were taken from the gate on Flushing avenue.
Still haven’t found a way to get access to this part of the yard.

Working on it.

And by the way, take a look at the last Playground post: The Catacombs Of Paris.

Get to know her before she gets big…
Beacause, man, it won’t take long.

Snapshots from my recent trip there…
I’ll post more on my facebook page later.

I’m in Mexico for 10 days.

So I’m not going to post anything.

Instead I’ll be taking pictures and probably post a couple later on.

Take care,

Simon

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…

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.

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.

All The Pretty Little Horses.

“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.

Out on Selbstmord Kommando.

Review coming soon.

Support music with a soul.

Ignore the rest.

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.

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

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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.

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…

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?

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.

Pure #1
Pure #2

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.

Chest hair & Congas

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…

“I would show you terror in a handful of dust…”

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.

Documents Of Oppression.

God dies in scene I.