Wednesday, November 26, 2008


Kampfar - Heimgang - 2008

By far the best black metal record I've heard offered from a large label in quite a long time. One of the last Norweigan giants of the genre that are still doing something worthwhile.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Tenderness Of Wolves

Coil - Scatology - 1984

Still Born

Burning Witch - Still Born - 02/06/1997

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

trust me

Swans - Love Will Tear Us Apart - 1988

non-stop pouring rain today. trapped inside with a migraine due to a lack of coffee for two days. whispering breeze death chants...

The dawn is ours if the dream is pure

Death In June - Nada! - 1985

We aim to please with constant unease.

No sense makes sense.

Monday, November 10, 2008

witchery in the twilight of the darkness

still getting used to the weather up here in the pacific north-west. the sunshine that i'm used to is gone, and apparently part of my acclimation process is digging out industrial, goth, and ambient records from my crypts.

today i bring you Aghast, from 1995, norway. female two piece ritual dark ambient. swirling synthesizer keys with echoing voices.

Aghast: Hexerei im Zwielicht der Finsternis

Monday, November 3, 2008

Swastikas for Noddy

"When all vegetation is covered by the flood there are now eyebrows on the face of the Waterworld."
J. Joyce, Finnegans Wake.

With the arrival of Fall, I've decided to make a change in the function of this journal. From this day forward I will be sharing music from artists out of my personal collection which I find to be inspirational, focusing mainly on recordings no longer in print. This will be happening alongside my usual entries. Enjoy, and open correspondence if you have any words to share.

Current 93 - Swastikas For Noddy - 1988
black sun bloody moon

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks.

You that never done nothin’
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it’s your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
Then you turn and run farther
when the fast bullets fly.

—Bob Dylan, "Masters of War"

Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at Black Masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerer of death’s construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds.

Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that all to the poor.

Now in darkness world stops turning
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs of the power
And as God has struck the hour
Day of judgment, God is calling
On their knees the war pigs crawling
Begging mercies for their sins
Satan laughing spreads his wings.

—Black Sabbath, "War Pigs"

Listen to my last words anywhere.
Listen to my last words any world.
Listen all you boards, syndicates and
governments of the earth. And you
powers behind what filth deals con-
summated in what lavatory to take
what is not yours. To sell the ground
from unborn feet forever . . . And
what does my program of total resis-
tance and total austerity offer you? I
offer you nothing. I am not a politician.
These are conditions of total
emergency. And these are my in-
structions for total emergency if
carried out now could avert the total
disaster now on tracks: Peoples of
the earth, you have all been poi-
soned . . . Any minute now fifty
million adolescent gooks will hit the
street with switch blades, bicycle
chains and cobblestones..."

—William S. Burroughs, "Last Words
[of Hassan I Sabbah]" Nova Express