Ordinary Process/Cleansing

Weakness

Weakling.

My self despise becomes endless, smeared in sepia of ancient paranoid delusions imprinted dearly by those of my own blood, the ones that created me in flesh, i often think, by mistake.

Weakling, how could you say that?

Guilt and other cliche tormentors pile up, residue of damp ugly dark thick IS retina failed.
Violent and malignant, world sculpted and shaped in void, due to my senile cataract. Light IS retina failed.
Darkness IS, right?
Diseases come as one with the shadows, my nostalgia of dying winter days, defeat is so orgasmic.
All i have to do is to pray it lasts, so i can grasp it. Void and null. Embrace it, the lacking of. Everyone has heard of this process, everyone knows. Violence in me knows this silence. Recall the battles. It lasts just for a few minutes.
Better days are here, and world is still the enemy.

INTERLUDE, In The Meantime......

Slavery Jazz

Riddled by skeletal fiddle
Percussions bring concussions
Singer's a right winger
And bassist russian is quite partial

Whole lotta jazz
and more than a wound

She has a german voice and she knows
Her face scrapes the tired walls
When i'm into all that jazz
I'm a new man
I am a belgian african.

Recommending!

Been listening to some great stuff lately, very inspiring:

Tribal Drift demo
Nice trance/dub/ethno, underground & lo fi of course, found it on excellent Woodman's Axe blog. Check out more stuff there. http://woodsmansaxe.blogspot.com

Burmese - Men
These guys stole all my ideas :D. All that i wanted to do with Flowersore is here. Low rumbling bass attack, fucking murderous raging distorted vocals, early Swans dirge + primitive doom drones + some faster uncontrolled noisy explosions... anyways - beautiful, sludgey, deep, violent, with an etherial touch of Whitehouse. Yes, they even did their interpretations of Whitehouse stuff on "White". Also recommendable. I listened some other stuff by Burmese but this one is just perfect. Great new band. Hope they don't become Converge, because their haircuts are coming awfully close to that stage. Just kidding. I love fucking around with Converge, because they suck. This is pure violence, and i LOVE IT.


Zygote - A Wind Of Knives
Y'all know it, post Amebix.

Blind Idiot God - s/t
Instrumentals raging from hard stormy onslaughts to dub, nice SST obscurity. Blasting off from Stravinsky, raging through he Shifting Sand and Wide Open Spaces and ending in DUB, hell of a ride. Don't let the Lovecraftian name fool you, this is just some guys jammin and rockin, doin' what they like, pure way.

Doom Snake Cult - Love Sorrow Doom
Goatlord singer here, LSD obssessed old school freaky death/doom, fun as hell. From the first moments of 'Carnival Freak Show', you know you're in for a real trashy (not THRASHY) old school treat! I love Goatlord's "Reflections Of Solstice", some crazy drugged kids with primitive riffs, dumb electric drum kit which makes things even more surreal, and soooooo evil vocals spewing out some deadly psychadelic ideas (listen to 'Acid Orgy', god, it makes me so happy; it's so stupid and malignant, the way old school death should be!). Anyway, this is in the same vein, minus electric drums. I realized that 'Frozen Doll Land' is what i always wanted to hear in death metal, sooo psychadelic daddy-o!

The Denver Gentlemen - Introducing...
Some demented purple violet dream tango from these Denver freaks, some members would later bloom into such christian martyrs as 16 HP, Slim Cessna's Auto Club and all that jazz. This is some strange and, in my opinion, very dark listen. Still can't realize what's really going on here. Maybe i have a problem.

Dino Valente - s/t
Hippie freak poet, ex singer of Quicksilver Messenger Service. This is his solo album, pathetic, acoustic, psychedelic, so naive and so pure, and somehow irritating, but i love that subtle pretentiousness in his confessions... and his singing - hahahahahahahahhaah! Total circus, chimes, floating chords, somewhat dissonant at moments, pure magic, i tell you. Guaranted for some great twisted summer fun, light up that joint and call the girls for some laid back retro orgy and put this record on! Then fall asleep under the Nuit's grasp and let the morning come... easy.
Dino says his wisdom directly to your face baby:
".. you can't stay there girl
those cats are square babe
they don't even know you're something brand new.."
:)

Ruth White - Flowers Of Evil
Creepy satanic 1969. revelation, spoken word with some primitive electro creepy shit background. It's Baudelaire's poems as you might guess. It sounds threatening. Bleak. 'The Litanies of Satan' in 3 am is so rewarding. Warbling flanging chorusy voice effects there are sooo groovy! Again it's pure and naive in it's essence, at least that's the way i see it. So, light up that joint and call the girls for some satanic retro orgy and put this in your winamp. Remember to channel the unholy energies of '69 summer of hate, get in touch with your Beast, and everything will be fine in the morning.

Crisis Breeds Miracles

Been working in silence. Beneath the mute lies noise of course - i'm still mixing the music for Flowersore "Telluric Shed" ep and still have no idea how will the final product sound. I have new ideas about upcumming D. Jesenski stuff. In march it was about making one cdr titled "This Twilight Oath Cliche", but material i had somehow divided itself. I had a dream two weeks ago, and then decided it should be two cdr's. First cdr will be one long piece, a collage of sounds which friends sent me (Tearpalm, Tripno(i)sis, Erekta) with some vocals by Sanja from Syphil, under the name "Star Of The Autumn". Very abstract, Nurse With Wound style, i guess. The other cdr will be titled "Heroes Of Foilage", 5 songs, more conventional structure, drums, guitars and all vocals done by Alvarez. There will also be a cover of Cryptic Scenery's two songs "My Soulless Years/Mirror Moon". So, expect the unexpected. Maybe.
And to prove that there is something malicious really hapenning, here's lyrics for a song 'Suicider' from "Heroes Of Foilage" just for you:

i am a liver on a hook
spring snake bitten by the rust
psylocibe harvest dour grudge
lip gloss redemption memorial site

a razor ends the bloodless night
sulky whore still prays a hymen

so leave her without goodbye

i watch her bleeding every month
spring break eternity fed numb
cellulite priestess of the meek
mute lesson i rob you of your disease

and that swallowed chicken bone
must be the reason of our failed coitus

so leave her without goodbye

suicider
a sore velvet
wound worn sticky
this wreckage of me....

Everyone's busy, and noone's busy, economic crisis as the illusory capitalist excuse shapes the days, and i won't call it defeat, not yet. Ideas explode/implode in these 'unemployed' days. Summer is always some kind of a luciferian platform for me. Distance is calling, and a lot is in the making, that is what hapiness is to me. Wild and burning as the sun, errect and penetrating the molten twilight every day. So, no fear, more news soon.

SS Jihad 666

Ok, here it is, a very short lived band i used to scream and shout in. Started in october 2007. when Srle, Radule and me drank some beer, and decided to make some noisy stuff and we named it SS Jihad 666, you know, famous three modern threats to society, the paranoia feeding stuff. It was fun thing to do, and soon Vanja came into the band as a female vocalist, we had some rehearsals, made 5 songs and recorded them on a digital photo, so sound is shit, as it should be, because we didn't give a fuck. Raw and fucked up as they are, i think these 5 songs have some nice moments, so i will upload them here for your enjoyment. Unfortunately this affair didn't last, we just decided we will play our first gig, and then guitar player decided he can't play live, and we still don't know why. After that it all went downhill, and we tried to find another guitar player, but time has made us all estranged, and so it all came to an end. I think we could make some cool noise if we didn't split then, but what can you do! So, let's not let these days remain forgotten, here's a video from the rehearsal featuring: Vanja, the little screaming girl with dreadlocks (which sang for a while in a band Hentai HC) , Srle, a skinny drummer with Agitator tshirt (who makes strange voices at the beginning of the clip, and who i think still works on Dead Like Me zine, and still owes me some money), fat shouting caveman which is me, and the invisible Radule, the low profile guy who studies journalism now, and still is a rather good guitar player.

... and here's basically all our material minus Propagandist, the song we never finished, unfortunately, it's from november 2007., not 2006. , it's a mistake...

http://rapidshare.com/files/227110735/SS_Jihad_666_Proba_Novembar_2006.rar.html

Children In The Fall Of The Ruby Sea

Thomas Nola's brilliant song that haunts... and taunts.. Brilliant, i tell you!
And - last night fell asleep stoned at 4 am to the sounds of Thin White Rope's Ruby Sea, and that is really something.
Anyways.....



"Mother Mary you know
i'd give you everything
children in the fall
baptist heads in the spring
now your halo shines
in a formidable way
can't bear to look
but cannot look away
mother Mary who knows
if you're alive or dead
your lips are painted vermillion red
so i watch the trains
come and go away
i speak some words but
have nothing to say
mother Mary you know
i'd give you anything
children in the fall
rabbit heads in the spring."

She's The Victim Of My Sadness

"...And She Sits There By The Wall
Making Holes Where I Just Stood
And Her Hands They Touch Her Face
Like Her Face Is Made Of Wood
And She Holds On To A Memory
Of Something I Never Said
But She Still Can't Quite Remember
If My Eyes Are Blue Or Dead"

There is always a day, and there is always the right time to burn the blood with that finest cruel april drug you sold me many years ago, shining alienated in the street among well known faces promising the Brand New Atrocious, hospital breaths and cheap eternities. So, it was exactly like this:
Woke up, and suddenly realised i failed you once again, though i never knew you, never met you, but maybe saw you for a moment in that succubus-spiced dream last summer; but that is not the excuse and my shame today reeks of lethargy and routine of easy forgiveness, and punishment for that is surely Death :)