Tuesday, October 26, 2004  5:50 pm 

I see you shiver in antici… pation.

(it feels weird and in a way wrong to keep posting songs here as if nothing had happened yesterday, because yesterday John Peel passed away, and he meant so much to us and many others, so let us keep silent for a respectful moment before continuing with the music, which is what he would have liked. This blog should be understood, amongst other things, as our humble tribute to him and what he stood for)

SSION - Who’s Your Favorite, Baby

Just like a virgin SSION made it through the wilderness but got rained on a bit. They escaped to a castle where Richard O’Brian welcomed them at the creaky front door and bade them take off there wet clothes and put on some dry ones, all be it unusual.(Can you tell where I’m going with this?) Christopher Biggins then taught them his best dance routines before Meat Loaf rocked there world so much they all slept with his alien lover and his Frankenstein style toy boy before rescuing an old high school professor, and escaped from certain death from Transylvanian laser beams.

Yeh, like if this happened to anyone it would fuck em up a bit.

SSION still wear the peculiar outfits, and sing songs like Meat (they even still have Christopher Biggins dance moves) yet despite all this, I love em!

There first album SSION- Opportunity Bless My Soul is a total given for the tag line I Really Love That Rock and Roll- so SSION are Dr.Frank-N-Furter and proud.

Wolf Eyes- Village Oblivia

Keeping up with the political theme that underlies some of the monster tracks we have posted during this Hallowe’en countdown week, I would like to talk briefly about a sleeper (or maybe better, sleeping) candidate to the US election, none other than the Great Cthulhu himself, whose campaign slogan more or less says, ‘why choose between two lesser evils when you can go for the bigger one?’.

In any case, and you might laugh now, yeah, you will cry later, when Cthulhu arrives it isn’t going to be much fun, his business is driving people insane and eating them alive and enslaving them. When Cthulhu wakes up from the sleeping, death yet dreaming state in which he lies under the cyclopean obsidian green domes of the underwater city of R’Lyeh, it’s going to be a riot in all the wrong ways, the sort of situation Johnny Cash talked about in ‘The Man Comes Around’, flames rising into the sky and buildings collapsing and people crazed with fear running from one place to the other, falling into huge cracks open in the ground like gashes in the back of a flagellant, cultist rejoicing in the streets, ignorant of the terrible fate that awaits for them too, running around bonfires while civilization crumbles into pieces and mankind becomes again what it was eons ago, mere cattle for the Elder Gods and Demons that live beyond space and time, the Gods and Demons that we mercifully forgot for all but a moment, the short span during which we thought we ruled this planet.

One of the songs that could be played while the primeval apocalypses is unleashed onto us is Village Oblivia, a piece of pure malevolence perpetrated by those wild Ann Arbor noiseniks Wolf Eyes, it is taken from that new landmark of abrasion, Burned Mind, they recently released in Sub Pop Records, music dark as the empty space that fills the place where the immortal heart of the Great Cthulhu would pound with a throbbing beat, if only he had one.

I won’t forget to pay my respects here to the master chronicler of the Cthulhu Mythos, the great Howard Phillips Lovecraft…I spent my teenage years reading his (many believe fictitious) accounts of the movements and conspiracies in which these creatures that lurk in the dark shadows of space, under the layers of the earth and beneath the depth of the oceans engage, now I’m ready to dance to celebrate his arrival, Ia, Ia, Shub Niggurath!

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