Wednesday, September 12, 2007  10:19 pm 

Wolf vs Man

Having just moved to Providence, Rhode Island, a town that holds a special place in many of our hearts for spewing up a steady and continuous stream of lovably brutal, candy coloured nuggets of noise, Justin Barnes, aka Werewolf Unit, has been out and about, exploring his new found territory, getting better acquainted with the locals. Whilst out on a recent hike through Snake Den State Park, Justin came across a small clearing, where he found an intense stone fire pit, surrounded by small stone structures, and a giant net. Hanging up in the trees, paraphernalia such as necklaces made of feathers and banana peels. Unsure as to what he might have stumbled upon, he walked away, “kinda weirded out”.

Justin told me this himself. He also asked me not to tell anyone what happened, worried that he may have inadvertently discovered some kind of Illuminati ritual site, and that if news of his intrusion ever came to surface in the wrong circles, it could result in some form of occult revenge. Just look what happened to Tom Cruise in Eyes Wide Shut and all the weirdness that ensued after he walked in uninvited on that sex festival!

Anyway, I’ve obviously ignored what he requested of me, not because I wish to see his body discovered, dangling lifelessly from a tree, with a crystal axe lodged in his head and a gaping mouth filled somewhat inexplicably with owl feathers, but, because at heart, I’m a natural born matchmaker. Ultimately I just wanna see people find one another and be happy together, and from the very bottom of my heart, I honestly believe if Justin and the mysterious ones happened to hook up some time they’d get on like a house on fire.

Werewolf Unit - Betula Alleghaniensis

Armed with a batch of ferocious, tribal industrial, tekno jams, that sound like they could have been composed out of the battle cries of a futuristic, semi robotic animal army, pissed and poised for the destruction of mankind, and which give us all a glimpse into how Konono No1 and Slayer hopping in to bed together may sound, I fail to see, or accept how any self respecting cult could resist his charms. He would be able to whip up them into the kind of messy, perspiration saturated frenzy that makes tongues foam, and limbs break out of sheer euphoric recklessness, the kinds of things that should be made a prerequisite for any cult gathering, evoking the mystic savage in each and every member.

I know that meeting new people can be hard, but Justin, I really, really, REALLY think you should just go for it on this one. Trust me, they’re gonna love you!

Sunburned Hand of the Man are back on the prowl, but this time theres something identifiably different about them. In the past they stalked their prey in a jumbled huddle, their bodies contorted and held close to the ground, with slathering mouths, and wild, unkempt hair that hid their features only occasionally revealing sudden glimpses of the unnerving, manic glint to be found in their eyes, belying a desire for sweat, and blood, and other bodily fluids. They were not made for the towns, so they lurked in the backwoods of the world, bashing anything they could come across, in the process of which they managed to create creaky, broke down, ramshackle symphonies out of bones and rocks and dirt and wood. They have now decided to re-emerge, to reveal themselves as a beast more fully formed than ever before.

Where once they lumbered, there is now a precision in their attack that had previously been nonexistent, or possibly hidden away. Sunburned Hand of the Man have become what few ever believed they could ever become, a functioning unit operating under the influence of a haywire logic. They have transformed into a gnarled and regressive version of Neu, jamming in a murkily motorik fashion on the banks of the Cahulawassee River urging the hillbillies on as they proceed in trying to teach them awfully rude city folk a lesson. The animal has certainly taught itself some new tricks, much to the surprise of many, I’m sure. The sweet thing about it all is that in spite of their new found streamlined features, they’re still very much so the crazed critters they always were, they just happened to develop a set of stronger limbs to carry themselves around on, making the potential for their sickness to spread further a field all the more greater. With a fresh method to their madness, they have become unstoppable, which is something to revel in.

Sunburned Hand of the Man - Fire Escape

** Post by Robin, thanks! **

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