Order shall commence now commence after this self imposed hiatus.

A friend of mine has a new and already amazing blog of obscure and almost forgotten 80's hardcore.


So far you can find Koro, YDI, Vatican Commandos, No Milk On Tuesday, SS-20, Killing Children, Antidote, Sluggo, and United Mutation.

Go!


Can't Stand the 80's

The snow has begun falling on the Cascades again after a one week hiatus.

















Before the freezing temperatures returned, just before the new year, we went to a park near one of the many rivers in the area and walked around with the dog. It doesn't get much better. Once warmer weather returns we'll be off camping in the mountains.

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.

-Henley

folkloric necro metal

Rigid drum-machine beats and soaring, ambient, melodic guitar brought to you by this Norwegian four piece. Sort Vokter features Vidar Vaaer (Ildjarn, Thou Shalt Suffer, Emperor) and his co-conspirator Nidhogg who is the man behind the Tolkien-esque art on the Ildjarn releases.

Trance inducing black metal recorded while under the influence of T.H.C. (excluding Vidar Vaaer). Glowing and brilliant. Not for pop music fans.

Recently re-released on CD with new artwork by Transcendental Creations out of Canada. Excellent and highly recommended label.

In Norse, Sort Vokter means "Black Guardian".

Sort Vokter - Folkloric Necro Metal - 1997

monotones cunjurations

Darvulia - L'Alliance Des Venins - 2006

Witchery, drugs, and death. French Black Metal of the highest caliber. Darvulia is a two piece with ex and current members of Nuit Noire, Celestia, and Barbatos. Odd timing and riffage.

heimgang

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.

Tenderness Of Wolves

Coil - Scatology - 1984

Still Born

Burning Witch - Still Born - 02/06/1997

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.

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

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

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

Be Careful.

My grandfather, Arthur Stewart Randel, passed away this morning. For the majority of my life he was more like a father to me. I will never be able to thank him enough for this.

Three days ago when I was sitting next to his bed saying goodnight to him I told him that I loved him and thanked him for everything. He said, "Be careful."

Thank you. You will forever be missed.

Asunder: "Rite of Finality"

to give thanks and praise to the bough that breaks
under the weight of age and passing days
to the song of the swan when one's time has come
like passing clouds in the sky all must someday die
to falling leaves in autumn's shades the promise of
youth that fades under the winter's waning sun
the wind and snow of a life now done
like the tides retreating from tranquil shores
cold lips that draw breath no more
to the shifting sands of time lost
measured by star and frost
to scattered blossoms of spring this glory in which
we sing: o ephemeral passing life consumed in the
funeral pyres consumed in our burning desires
even these flames must expire
abiding ash and splintered bone
sodden earth and weathered stone
right of finality devouring infinity
works will come undone so as what we become
unknowing certainty of that which sets us free
to the end of days to give thanks and praise

Exempt of negativity or positivity, the path that all lives travel down is that of struggle. Innately and completely.

current rotation-

Death In June: The Rule Of Thirds
Leviathan: Massive Conspiracy Against All Life



[forever loves decay]

When you prey in silence
And see our Jesus stagger
Awake! Take a perfumed candle
And use life like a dagger

I'm your accidental protégé
The gift, the blood
The thrownaway

The silver chain has broken?
Goals and dreams fulfill
With emptiness with instinct
With impurity and will

I'm your accidental protégé
The grave, the love
The yesterday

In this, my year of three winters
Where orchards fade, fade
And fall
Like loaf of love's
New bake
Fallen, beautiful, adored?

I'm your accidental protégé
The gift, the blood
The thrownaway

I though I found a paradise
But, paradise came and wept
Like the wind through the
Winter's woods
It cowed and took a breath

I'm your accidental protégé
The grave, the love
The yesterday

(Death In June - "Accidental Protégé")

blackmail

“I shall live out my life rejoicing ribboning under the jagged shadow of the hawk. There is no reason for this joy eagle-bald, knifing through me like a canyon. There is nothing in this landscape that defines me.”

Dig me later...

Maila Nurmi. R.I.P.

"In field and forest, and in the animal world sheltered therein, indeed in every garden, a reality is perceptible that is infinitely more real, older, deeper, and more wondrous than everything made by people, and that will yet endure, when the inanimate, mechanical, and concrete world again vanishes, becomes rusted and fallen into ruin. In the sprouting, growth, blooming, fruiting, death, and regermination of plants, in their relationship with the sun, whose light they are able to convert into chemically bound energy in the form of organic compounds, out of which all that lives on our earth is built; in the being of plants the same mysterious, inexhaustible, eternal life energy is evident that has also brought us forth and takes us back again into its womb, and in which we are sheltered and united with all living things." -Hoffman

1974

today's songlist-

Electric Wizard: "The Chosen Few" & "Satanic Rites of Drugula"
Blood Ceremony: "Return to Forever"
High on Fire: "Death is the Communion"
Dead Meadow: "At Her Open Door"
The Misfits: "Halloween II"

Black Sunday

Fire Walk With Me

Thank you, Nick Cave

Devil's Plaything

+ It's approaching 5 am. Listening to Danzig's "Lucifuge" LP and going blind staring at images of dead horses.
+ The night before last was my first day of work in the graveyard shift.
+ I love this.

Are we not all intrigued by the paradoxes, and making our final decision on which side of it we stand? Is this not amazing? Living and dying all at once. Each second closing in on death, always rotting. I know this is the thrill.

The Mummy's Ghost (1944)

When we speak the word "life," if must be understood we are not referring to life as we know it from its surface of fact, but to that fragile, fluctuating center which forms never reach. - Antonin Artaud

of course we are challenging nature itself and it hits back. it just hits back. thats all. we have to accept that it is much stronger than we are. its been said nature is full of erotic elements. i don’t see it so much as erotic. it’s more full of obscenity. and nature here is violent. base. i wouldn’t see anything erotic here. i see fornication and asphyxiation and choking and fighting for survival and growing and just rotting away. of course there is a lot of misery. but it is the same misery that is all around us. the trees here are in misery. the birds here are in misery. i don’t think they sing. they just screech in pain. it’s like a curse weighing on an entire landscape and whoever goes too deep into this has his share of that curse so we are cursed with what we are doing here. it’s a land that god, if he exists, has created in anger. it is the only land where creation is unfinished yet. taking a close look at what’s around us there is some sort of harmony, the harmony of overwhelming and collective murder. and we in comparison to the articulate vileness and baseness and obscenity of all this jungle, we in comparison to that enormous articulation only sound and look like badly pronounced and half finished sentences… and we have to become humble in front of this overwhelming misery, overwhelming fornication, overwhelming growth, overwhelming lack of order. even the stars up here in the sky look like a mess. there is no harmony in the universe. we have to get acquainted to this idea that there is no real harmony as we have conceived it, but, when i say this i say this all full of admiration for the jungle. it is not that i hate it. i love it. i love it very much. but i love it against my better judgment. – werner herzog