Velvet Elevator – PRĪNCIPIUM

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Parameters are for amateurs

On some deep level of consciousless, I think I always knew that

Satan has jumped up, onto the bandwagon. You can personalise your hell, for the ultimate end-user punishment experience! Of course, you’ll have had plenty of practice in western civilisation beforehand.

All my theories of life keep getting invalidated
so I seek shelter from the reality storm
and I knocked on the door
of the Ivory Pyramid
“I have a treatise,” I yelled, politely
and that was the last truth I ever spoke

More helpful definitions: world music – music that was made somewhere in, and is very much part of, this world. Insinuates that the sort of music not falling under this umbrella is in fact not of or with this world. Bit like the culture which makes such music, which clearly thinks its above the world, and that the world is merely a resource for making profits out of.

Temple of Meme

It’ll cost ya yer posture

Meaning is another form of reductionism

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(the) Dead Sea Flowers – Cult of Sargasso

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Imagine, right, that the human race gets wiped out in such a way as to leave behind all of our works – I dunno, a virus, really virulent, incredibly fast acting. We didn’t stand a chance. And then, as luck would have, we actually are visited by beings from another world. They land, they take a look around, they see signs of life (you know, frogs, trees, foxes, free-market cheerleaders) but no signs of yer actual intelligence. And yet, puzzlingly, there’s all these artefacts. Football stadiums, for example: what would they make of them? Factories, some of them including forklift trucks. Some of those sexy sensual temples in southern India (that’s a religion I don’t mind signing up to (typical bloke response)). Postcards. CD’s. toy aeroplanes. Real aeroplanes. Helicopters. ‘mobile phone antennae.’ Wires. Offices. Essex. Ironing boards. Et so on.

Would they recognise these as artefacts of an ancient but extinct civilisation?

I suppose it depends on their own ascent up the evolutionary ladder. It’s bound to affect their perception of what constitutes intelligence. Bit like how the Europeans were when they encountered other countries with different coloured people who did different things differently. ‘You must be savages!’ we screamed, and promptly tried to ruin them and their descendents.

In other words, how enduring are artefacts if there is no-one to explain their purpose?

Therefore, what exactly is legacy?

(Pyramids, I want me some pyramids…)

Fuco – Addicted

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The valley of death has relocated
and now you wouldn’t recognise it
it’s a matter of life you step inside
where sunset replaces sunrise

might keep you guessing
you know you’ve seen this place before
it’s the street around the corner
it’s the world outside your only door

the valley of death has had a refit
you’ve really got to come and see it
from the cradle you can save some opinions
and you get to test them out
one by one

Cardiac Park is moving in
Soda Themepark is taking over

the valley of death has had a relaunch
you know you’ll get to see it doesn’t matter of course
life is like a box, no, nothing like a box
can you let me keep these thoughts?
they’re all that I’ve got

Jex Thoth – Blood Moon Rise

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Can I borrow your gun a moment? Don’t worry, you can go back to chasing your phantoms in a moment, I’ll give it straight back.
There’s a target on the loose. It must have done something or it wouldn’t be a target and it wouldn’t be on the loose. Straight back down the sine wave, we each began the ride.
During the break, we’ll be discussing where to put our greetings cards when we’ve done eviscerading them. Our sponsors are sure to be doing the same, why not stick around and check?
With no end in sight, we kept pursuing, I the pursued, seeking respite, but the producers told me it was too successful to stop, so I must keep running – I thought a day would be a day, one revolution, no more. Now I wish I knew more, like when to pull the trigger, only if I knock down this target, the show is over. Here, have your gun back.

 

Sort of a gig review – JuJu / Psychic Lemon

This was at The Soundhouse in Leicester, yesterday, 15th Feb 2018CE.

In times past, whenever people have said blokes can’t multi-task, I’ve always responded ‘drummers.’

I’m now going to respond ‘the drummer from Psychic Lemon.’ Not only does dude play a wicked rhythm, he also gets in playing the keyboard whilst drumming!
Band have a monster groove. Me like the jam-band that doesn’t play dirgey music aesthetic. Me will watch again.

Listen to them here (sidebar: Chelmsford is my origin)

JuJu. I do not type this lightly. One of the best sets I’ve ever watched. Again, groove. Mostly it was just unerringly uplifting, positive. They transformed one of my least favourite weeks ever into one of my favourite ever, solely with their performance. If you get a chance to watch, do so.

 

True Widow – Avvolgere

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The academy shut its doors. It was planning an expansion, a growth. It invited in a designer – the designer was a God. He rejected the blueprints – it was the wrong colour, he wanted a whitewash. Seems there were hankerings for a public enquiry, reckoned he’d been less than transparent with His creation. Well, said the academy, You’ve got an obvious chip on Your shoulder and thus decided on a different designer – one with a decent pen.

Were you there when Zeus started getting fresh with Aphrodite? God on God action! You’ve never seen anything like it! She wouldn’t go near him!

Let’s go to that fucking place.

Celebrity shock: Page 1 pinup admits to having ‘camera sex’ with cardigan expert. Welcome to life in the Empire of Temptation – the only way to expand! And while we’re on the subject – it’s not very comfortable.

I’m anti-modern – I’m shocked by everything and nothing. At the same time.