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It's this time of the year again...



Crushing the holy trinity...
Sonne Adam - Transformation
Pentagram - Last Rites
Negative Plane - Stained Glass Revelations
Necros Christos - Doom of the Occult
Ravencult - Morbid Blood

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Diapsiquir are coming for you

Soon...your world will be dead...
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Opium De Occulta

Manifests of death

Black metal needs some (not many) ingredients in order to achieve its basic goals. Passion, atmosphere, dedication, faith, heart and soul. What it most definitely doesn't need is more newly 'enlightened' assholes with zero contact with the spiritual and true nature of black metal, explaining what black metal should or shouldn't be. When some of them have the nerve to write 'manifesto's' about it then the situation becomes unbearable. Anyway, it seems appropriate to write their thoughts (ha) down since there's obviously a problem with oral expression.

For every emo/indie/whatever the fuck pathetic kid that unfortunately decided not to commit suicide and discovered black metal, there's a bunch of ugly bastards like Necros Christos threatening to sodomize their sorry asses. Their second full length Doom of the Occult is a 73 min monster that is a manifestation of the actual nature of death/black metal. Dark, slow and crawling, ceremonial and threatening, this record evolves and perfects the already known model of Triune Impurity Rites. The general idea of including 23 tracks, with keyboard and acoustic interludes flirts with catastrophe as the easy thing to happen would be a record with no sense of continuity. The fact that Necros Christos make the whole thing work so well is a great proof of the exquisite craftsmanship of the band. This time they introduce the 'Gates', five in total, that are actually acoustic tracks based on eastern scales and enhance the occult atmosphere of the record. A mandatory listen...

...As is in fact the newest Blut aus Nord work. 777 - Sect(s) is the first part of a trilogy to be completed in the coming few months. After the lukewarm and of debatable importance What Once Was... Liber I the band return in full form and with full armour to meet their usual high standards. There will always be the ones that miss the point in their constant demand for novelties in Blut aus Nord's musical endeavours. The fact is that this is a record up with the best works of the band. There's a heavy use or maybe manipulation of melody in 777 - Sect(s) and the plain truth is that at the hands of BaN melody sounds so threatening that becomes an actual tool to cause horror. A fucking monster.

The amusing note of the days is that the (bad) joke called Nargaroth has a record out. The imbecile that wrote tracks with titles like 'The day Burzum killed Mayhem' and many suchlike comedies, has released one more excrement. I read that it is going to be out on double vinyl also, and I can't help but think that such a waste of vinyl should be punished as a crime. A friend of mine played me some parts of it earlier today and it is one more hilarious record worthy of the tradition of Nargaroth. Three tracks that dream of sounding like Burzum of the Filosofem era and five pathetic amateurish keyboard tracks complete the new disgrace of a joke that should stop as soon as possible.

The real thing...

Triptykon - Eparistera Daimones

Whitesnake - Forevermore

Current 93 - Honeysuckle Aeons

Embers - Shadows 

Obscure Anachronism -  METANOIA

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The bottom of the barrel?

This fucking place has to be the most stinking place on the planet. I will never stop believing that its people deserve every possible catastrophe finds them. Being a greek seemed always to be a curse. Now more than ever. 

The place is full of idiots mourning for the loss of their fake luxuries, instead of facing the future and trying to find viable solutions to the problems that grow exponentially. In a country that dies a slow death, sinking in its own shit, there is no room for the few enlightened persons that have remained. Recently this godforsaken place lost a writer and a musician/composer/lyricist, two of the last iconic figures that have remained in this shithole. Both died forgotten, neglected, forsaken. I had never been a huge follower of their works but for me that was never the case. The important thing was that you knew they (and some others) were there. They were the rare cases that would make you stay in front of your television when you would accidentally catch them talking. You would read their interviews on the papers because you knew that their spirit was surpassing the limitations of their art.

This fucking place is the most stinking place on the planet. It does not deserve its few special intelectual persons. It is the right time for them to depart. Because the people that think that their worst problem is that they cannot afford to buy the biggest car or the newest tv anymore, do not deserve to have beacons in their miserable lives. Let them vanish.

Pills against incurable diseases...

Those Poor Bastards - Satan is Watching

Mortem - De Natura Daemonum
40 Watt Sun - The Inside Room

Aptorian Demon - Angst, Jammer Og Fortvilelse-Til Helvete

The Wandering Midget - The Serpent Covent

Ulver - War Of The Roses 

Over and fucking out...

Saturnalia Temple - Necros Christos...Darker days ahead

 

Analyse it (symposium lexotanil)

I used to like lengthy conversations about music when I was younger. I cannot remember when exactly such conversations started to bore me to death, but these days I can rarely stand debating more than five minutes. When you are approaching your fifth decade in life all you have to offer in such discussions is worthless trivia and there's always the danger to make yourself look like a smartass that tries to show his supposed knowledge off. Besides after 28 or so years of heavy involvement with music I don't feel there's anything new to be said. 

Is there anything new to be offered in the general field of conventional 'rock' music? I think not...and the 2 or 3 extraordinary bands that come to the forefront of any sub-genre every year or two, does not change it. Everything has been played to the point of exhaustion and music repeats itself in circles. It seems only natural that certain metal genres resurface after a period of times and I guess this is the way it's going to be. I don't claim that new blood is unnecessary. On the contrary, new bands are always needed (even if they don't reach the standards of the ones whose footprints they follow) in order for every new generation to discover its heroes. I'm not certain if I'm right but I guess this is one of the reasons of the constant recycling of music. A certain sub-genre reappears when there is a new 'breed' of kids that their first encounter with, say, death metal is enough to catch their attention without causing any association to anything that is known to them. The relation with the previous waves of death metal will be revealed in time until they reach the forefathers of the genre, but the bands a kid hears first, will always be its 'heroes'. This is more or less the way we all discover the roots of music...after quite a long time and a lengthy travel. Except of course you are Fenriz and you discovered prog rock, punk and metal from your cradle but you were good at keeping secrets so in the late 80s-early 90s you were saying around that you only listen to death and black metal and you grew up on those.

Is there anything about the norwegian black metal scene of the early 90s that hasn't been already said and said again? Hardly. Or better no, I'm sure that everything has been said many many times so far. So what the fuck is the purpose of one more documentary about those days? Films like Until the Light Takes us are nothing more than failed attempts to rekindle a flame long dead. Twenty years later those events are completely out of date and at least to me this is a very old and tired subject. But the hipsters beg to differ. 

A couple of months ago the second black metal symposium took place (somewhere in england if I'm not mistaken). Melancology. Really. If it doesn't ring any bell is because you are not academics. Which means that you cannot speak for hours about (what you perceive as) black metal in a manner that none will understand you. A look at the list of subjects that were presented at both the first and second symposia, makes me feel that this is an idea of american origin. There's a hipster aura to the thing and a view on black metal that shouts america. Geographical bullshit aside, what's obvious is that this thing is out of focus and surely totaly unnecessary. Which is the least I can say about an event that its organizers find appropriate to close with a live performance by a clown band (Abgott is the name). Hats off to the hosts for their sense of humor, if that's the case. But in the case the organizers think that this is black metal I think we have a serious problem.

I leave you with a funny note. The link here will take you to an Abgott video. Comedy starts before  you even see the fist picture, as you will find yourself reading words of great wisdom by the supposed leader of the band. Fuck off you imbeciles...