Time for a double feature of raw, blackened grindcore, straight out from Florida! I’m not usually that into grind or punk, but these intrigued me enough that they fell into my basket while shopping for a bundle of cassettes from Obscure Vanity label. It is a nice little label with lots of good stuff, but unfortunately, the shipping costs for overseas shipping is so ridiculous that I had to pay as much shipping costs as the total of four cassettes. That’s the pain I have to live with, but it could be worse I suppose… At least it arrived, still waiting for a parcel that seems to have been eaten up by the grim, greedy postal daemons.
A couple of weeks ago I was visiting our fine capital city of Stockholm for a live performance of Death in June, which was absolutely fantastic! Douglas P. put on a wonderful show, as always, and the crowd was great and almost everyone sang along to the hits and had a lovely time. The variety of people who were attending was very interesting to see; from the “hard core” synth-goth with 4″ boots and leather trench coat, to the more involved hipster, and the true old-school industrial who’s been around and seen the revolution first hand. But my favorite was a guy from northern Sweden, wearing an old German camo-coat and sporting an extensive knowledge of extreme music that was just up my alley! He was just a swell guy and even Douglas P. seemed to think so, giving him a horned plastic helmet with the totenkopf on a rainbow patch!
But I digress, this post isn’t about people who listen to pretentious neo-folk, it’s about Vanligt Folk…
Selected Works I: Still Suns is the third physical release by the Canadian label Union Finale, and it is a compilation cassette with works from the Canadian noise/power electronics artist Rei Rea.
Torn Hawk has yet again graced us with a new, quite extensive, video mulch! I love the motions of the video and it is very elegant indeed. Life after Ghostbusters seem to include very long walks on the beach…
“Spring is here! I skip along the pavement, swinging my hat in the air, my trench coat flapping gaily in my stride. The sun is shining on my balding pate and sending sparks off my spectacles like piss hitting a pebble in the golden rays of an early morning. The snow is thawing on the sidewalk, revealing a whole winter of concealed dog turds for me to reap! I sweep my gaze over the menu laid out in the dirty snow. Which one should I pick first?”
What is life? What are we doing? Why are we doing it? Why aren’t we just pleased with life; why are we constantly inverting new stuff to occupy our time with, when we could just be content with the feeling of life and being? Have we as a species become to full of ourselves that sheer existence have become dull, monotonous, and un-fulfilling? What does a species, that has become disenchanted with existence, do to replace the most primal and basic experience of our sheer being? We escape from it and substitute with, amongst other things;
Art(paintings); the escape through man-made windows to our world and nature, to relive a certain point in time, frozen with the feelings and emotions captured by the painting? (Can life be represented through mere colours on a surface?)
Sound(music); the escape through man-made harmonies, melodies, and rhythmic vibrations of the air, that carry with them (un-)consciously collectively decided feelings and experiences that transports us to another world or puts the listener in a trance. (Or do it put the listener in a state of experiencing true awareness of life? Is that possible through man-made means?)
Literature; the escape through man-made abstract symbols that man has decided represent a certain object, feeling, or abstract concept, that transports the reader to an abstract version of life that can be experienced through another representation of a human being. (Are we capable of creating a version of existence when we constantly flee from it?)