Wednesday, 25 March 2015

Events, Dear Boy

OK, here's the agenda from Carl:
Right, we are Wetherspooning. Here from 5 http://www.jdwetherspoon.co.uk/home/pubs/the-lord-moon-of-the-mall
then I guess
The Rockingham arms at approx 7:30 http://www.jdwetherspoon.co.uk/home/pubs/the-rockingham-arms
then Hipster fun in New Cross at 9:30 ish http://www.royalalbertpub.com/
and a late nightcap in the Greenwich Wetherspoons from 11-ish http://www.jdwetherspoon.co.uk/home/pubs/the-gate-clock
this won't work out of course. I don't have a smartphone, Phil doen't even have a mobile so hopefully we will meet up at some point. Bring anyone you like and remember we like meeting new people and have highly developed social skills.
Thrillingly, despite the fact that I spend an average of about 0.5 days a year in London, I've been to two of these pubs before.

The spirit of Bobby Byrd will be presiding over the event, ensuring that everything passes off positively, in the spirit of Krisslam.

Sunday, 8 March 2015



As you are all no doubt aware, Carl has been flyposting every available blog space with advance warning of The Event Of The Year, the mobile double combined launch and under-the-counter sales party for "No More Heroes?"/"Strangled" on 27th March. Carl is keeping the itinerary secret from me by putting it on Facebook, where I can't see it, but that just makes it more exciting as far as I'm concerned. I shall probably be lugging my 10 remaining author copies of "Strangled" down with me to sell during the event. The proceeds from the first sale will be spent on buying "No More Heroes?", the next five will cover my return train ticket to and from our glorious capital, and the remaining four will go to the same charity as Carl's.

Obviously this event is almost tailor-made to attract anti-structural activity, combining as it does alcohol, travel, The Stranglers, Conan The Barbarian, and a delicately plotted route between zones of internecine strife, so I will be invoking the blessings of The Almighty Kriss to ensure that it passes off smoothly. Let us start with a vignette from Kriss's favourite band (probably), the mighty Commodores, and their paean to Strong Women:

Wednesday, 4 February 2015

Geburah

"Mars is assigned the five-sided figure, and five is looked upon in the Qabalistic system as the number of Mars. Consequently the Pentagon, the five-sided figure, is the symbol of Mars, and any altar to Mars should be pentagonal, or five-sided, likewise any talisman."

- Dion Fortune, "The Mystical Qabalah"


Saturday, 3 January 2015

In Search Of The Demonic

Here's another record heaving with demons - Ut's "In Gut's House" which spooked the hell out of me when I first heard it. It seemed to have a pair of fangs that dug into my shoulders. In hindsight, although it still sounds quite daunting, I'm a bit perplexed as to how it elicited quite the response it did at the time.



Ut were New York no-wavers who relocated to the UK, and seemed to slip between the gaps in peoples' attention in the process, to the extent that they are now virtually unknown. Being an all-female band, they were compared to the Slits and the Raincoats, which was not entirely unfair, as like those bands their songs had that slippery sense of inhabiting an interstitial realm between structure and structurelessness. Listening to them is like walking on a creaking floor that can give way at any minute, dropping the listener into a terrifying void.



It makes sense for a female band to construct their sound like this, structure after all being the process by which men make the world a man's world. This record demonstrates just how effectively undermining such structure can invoke the uncanny.

Monday, 29 December 2014

The Demon-Haunted World

Let us put on our woo-goggles for a moment, and suppose that angels, demons and other spirits are not metaphors, but are real living beings that can be manifested in our reality. Perhaps if they were, and being composed of ether, they could be captured on magnetic recording tape. They might then be capable of being replicated and perhaps embedded in the grooves of vinyl records, say. This thought probably appears disturbing, or silly, or disturbingly silly, as it breaks the materialist convention that inanimate objects such as vinyl records are inert, or "dead", and also contravenes the progressive idea inherent in popular music that old things inevitably lose their lustre over time and constantly require replacement. On the other hand, perhaps your treasured record collection instead of being a lifeless compendium of essentially harmless entertainment music and marker of personal taste, is in fact more akin to a demon storage vault.

So how would disembodied spirits inveigle themselves into recorded music? Most of the time the invocation of these beings would no doubt be accidental, a by-product of the invariably anti-structural behaviour of musicians, whose innate tendency is to blur the boundaries of Western rationalism. However, there would also be occasions when the invocations were deliberate. It is well known, for example, that this is what Ian Curtis was attempting to do during the recording of Joy Division's "Closer" album. This activity is usually relayed by music writers, who are materialists to a man and woman, as simply being a spooky by-product of the tragic loss of perspective that afflicted Curtis in his last days. That Curtis might have been a genuine shaman and psychopomp who had expertise in what he was doing is rarely considered. Killing Joke are another band who may have been summoning spirits deliberately, although one can assume in the case of that particular band, these demons would have been particularly malicious.

Neither of these cases are especially suggestive in themselves, and neither of them might prompt anyone to engage in the speculations above, if it wasn't for the fact that there was another band whose numinous power dwarfed that of Joy Division and Killing Joke.



That band was The Comsat Angels, whose 1981 LP "Sleep No More", towers over every other post-punk album ever recorded.

What makes The Comsat Angels so disorientating to think about is that it is difficult to understand rationally how they achieve the effect that they do. On a first hearing, they sound just like any other all-present-and-correct, meat-and-two-veg post-punk band, but after a few listens something seems to creep over the listener like a gas, and you start to realise that there is something very unsettling nestled within their matrix of sound. It isn't exactly evil, but it isn't entirely benign either. It is some kind of living spiritual power that seems to exist purely to provoke its own admiration. Perhaps it is the moment when you "get" a record that the demons are released.



"Mass" is a particularly illustrative piece. For any other band, this would have been considered a much-cherished career highlight. For the Comsats, it was an off-cut not even deemed worthy of placement on a b-side. These Angels had aether to burn:

Friday, 21 November 2014

Linkies

There's an extract from The Tome in the cultural powerhouse that is 3am Magazine here

Meanwhile, The Impostume discusses the work of Ben Wheatley, film-maker and member of the Satanic Church Of The Anti-Kriss, here

There's a good article on why the whole VIP Paedos palaver is probably cobblers here

On the same theme, another fascinating post on the subject here. Worth noting the persistent presence of hoaxers and the intriguing (to put it mildly) role of "therapists" within the whole paedo-conspiracy menagerie. Also the deeply anti-structural ramifications of implicating the powerful in status-shattering accusations of child abuse. Has Theresa May, with her historic abuse inquiry, unwittingly placed herself in the clutches of The Trickster?

Friday, 10 October 2014

Behold the awesome cluelessness of Labour activists:

So yes, Labour is going to have to talk about immigration and welfare. And I believe that we have it within ourselves to do that in a way that speaks to voters concerns without pandering to the whims of those who want us to abandon our beliefs to the politics of the right. But we must also talk about the kind of change we want to see in Britain – on housing, jobs and wages – where our ambition is currently too limited.
Personally, I don't give much of a toss about any of this. My bare minimum requirement to start voting Labour again is the full re-nationalisation of the railways; a mild, sensible policy that would be a token acknowledgment that the party is prepared to break with the Neoliberal consensus. Airy, speculative talk about a "partial" renationalisation isn't close to being good enough. That's just a start, by the way. How about a dedicated effort to bring shipbuilding back to the Clyde, or to the Wear? It only seems impossible because we've never tried it.

There is absolutely no way the Labour hierarchy will seriously consider any of this, because in the narrow avenue of thinking they have confined themselves to, such policies would be tantamount to heresy. And because they operate within such confined strictures of possibility, they, like the other mainstream parties, operate almost purely in the realm of perception management, "reaching out to voters' concerns", "allaying fears", "pointing out the consequences" etc. The policies that could re-connect with Labour's core vote are unacceptable to Labour, and neither immigration nor the EU need come into it.

All the mainstream parties are suffering from what Charles Tart called "consensus trance". They have hypnotised themselves with their own mantras of what is economically and socially possible, and are literally unable to see any options that exist outside their self-imposed definition of reality. This is why charismatic tricksters like Salmond and Farage can garner so much mileage from tormenting them.