Whenever we go for our Halloween picnic, on the hallowed grounds of a cemetery with mouldy grounds the consistency of ash from which brittle bones protrude like warts in the skin of the Goddess, an ectoplasmic fog trying to cover this abomination with its sticky gauze so as to preserve her decency, we bring a cassette player and a tape with songs such as these, just to make the proceedings even more fun.
This is of course an experience we recommend to all of you, connecting with the spirits beyond is a truly cathartic experience which helps putting things into perspective, what are our puny concerns compared to those you would have after an eternity spent floating in a limbo between the here and the nowhere, gazing at the white shadows of the living stumbling upon a decaying world chased by terrifying ghosts they cannot see, while the demons of the pit pull from the sleeves of your soul with iron grip, keeping you forever tip-toeing around a hole and a fall a thousand fathoms, into a land of never-ending darkness, the lake of blood and the forest of swords? They amount to not much, we say, listen to this music with keen ear and then you shall understand.
Fabulous Diamonds’ S/T album throbs, creaks and cracks with the intensity of a darken dreadnought being pulled up the cracks and ridges of the back of a colossus so messages of great lore can be chanted from its top with voices pretty like birds, this is death dub music of the kind that Genders’ enthralled us with, music poisoned with Suicide’s phosphorescent radiation, its plodding drones engulf us like the irresistible tendrils of a hurricane swinging in slow motion, we are trapped inside its never-blinking eye which is a zone populated by beautiful debris, or mementoes of love, hate, always mystery floating in stasis in the abandoned cabins of an underwater wreck.
It had to be Siltbreeze
Caldera Lakes’ sound like a walk at night down the secret paths of a beautiful forests inhabited by the most radiant fairy folk, exuberant nature all green and blue closing its arms around you, but also the merciless jaws of a rusty hunter’s trap biting deep into the flesh of your ankle reaching the bone creating lines of anguish and fracture, pleasure and pain combined so that you might remember that every single creature you shall stumble upon, and looks at you curious, pretty and feral, wouldn’t hesitate to feast on your rotting corpse were you to fall, surrender to the weakness that invades your body as the red blood slowly drips into the fertile soil.
This spell is taken from a cassette tape coming out soon in Accidie Records.
Talking about UTR, we just found out that John Maus’ astonishing ‘Love is Real’ is finally available on vinyl from their shop. As you should well know, this gothic cathedral of macabre electro-pop vibrations, echoes multiplying into the vaults and spine-tingling keyboard wizardry was one of our fave albums of the last year, you should definitely get it, slide it slow in the turntable and transform your bedroom into a place more welcoming for inky winged bats and other creatures of the night.