Saturday, 9 May 2015

The Psychopathology of Progressive Politics

1. The people labour under the burden of a false consciousness.

2. We progressives do not labour under this burden.

3. Once the people are enlightened by progressive ideas, their false consciousness will evaporate like the morning dew.

4. Standing between we progressives and the people is a demiurge-complex of financial power, entrenched hierarchy and media propaganda.

5. Progressives of good faith, collectively coming together, can overcome this demiurge after a requisite level of struggle.

6. This struggle is so monumental that it is bound to encompass many grevious defeats.

7. Repeat.

Friday, 8 May 2015

Basically Tory country votes Tory shockah.

Prepare for an avalanche of articles from "progressives" that will explain the result using increasingly tortuous variations of the false consciousness trope (which is what "Capitalist Realism" is btw.)

But, as I've always said, the unpleasant truth is that the society we have is the one that the British people really want (Scotland being the honorable exception), and the ideology is as much bottom-up as top-down.

Or, to paraphrase Morris Berman, the British public do not have wool over their eyes. The wool is the eyes.

Wednesday, 25 March 2015

Events, Dear Boy

OK, here's the agenda from Carl:
Right, we are Wetherspooning. Here from 5
then I guess
The Rockingham arms at approx 7:30
then Hipster fun in New Cross at 9:30 ish
and a late nightcap in the Greenwich Wetherspoons from 11-ish
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


"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: