CAVLDRON E11VEN <> GO WITHOUT GOD or LIFE IS WAR, AND ONLY THE DEAD HAVE SEEN THE END OF WAR.
[ Now playing in Demon Tribe Hollow... Spite by Godflesh from Pure ]
It was to rule for a thousand years. It actually did so for just thirteen of them, then three months and seven days. But in that relative blink of an eye, it so established itself as the most horrific blight the human race had ever known, that it turned what had been a sign of peace into the most reviled and repugnant diagram of any symbol in mankinds history.
What was it?
Jus joshin. I know everyone has the answer on the tip of their tongue. I only wanted to have a dramatic intro.
Anyway, I wanted to set the record straight on that second subtitle I used there above. The only the dead... one. Its popularly and incorrectly attributed to Plato, most famously during the prologue of a film called Black Hawk Down. It does, in fact (and thank you once again, Wikipedia), originate with a Spanish philosopher named George Santayana.
Just wanted to set the record straight, there. Plato came up with a lot of profundities, but not that one.
And on to something else, which is that I just finished watching the second half of Winters Bone tonight, and I found myself pleasantly devastated by the films lead, Jennifer Lawrence. And though I realize Im late for the train on this one, her talent still feels refreshingly new to me, and I think Im a happier guy for having witnessed her art.
Only the devil knows how shes this damned talented at the incredibly young age of twenty-two. Im thinking there was some soul trading going on in those gently rolling hills of Louisville, where she grew up. But of course, thats a complete jest, as all accolades for her ability are due her alone. And Winters Bone comes after The Silver Linings Playbook, which I saw less than a month ago, wherein she would have wiped the floor with nearly every other cast member, had everyone not been precisely on their A-game with that one. She must have been a bit intimdated, especially with De Niro on the set, but if she was, you couldnt tell one bit. Lawrence is one bad-ass motherfucking thespian. We can all appreciate filmmaking more acutely, thanks to her profound work ethic.
And warping over to something entirely different, still: Godflesh. Probably still unknown by most folks, but not by those with an appetite for aural bludgeoning. (Which, I realize, is a very exclusive group of sonic sadists.)
Englands West Midlands borough of Birmingham birthed this duo, responsible for such a wide swath of savage, blasphemous dirges for the melodically insane. Justin Broadrick (guitars and slit-throat vocals) - alumnus of the exquisitely cadaverous early days of Napalm Death and his best friend, G. Christian Green (bass guitars) formed this efficient experiment in cochlean rupturing from the ashes of the some-say-even-heavier Fall of Because. (My vote for best song title by FoB: Ecstasy Of Hate.)
They have a couple of records that should be must-haves for serious noise-heads: Pure and Streetcleaner. And on the former, there is a remarkably inspiring tune called Spite that never ceases to engage my musical id. And with a little luck, I might just be able to finally see this lovely number in a live setting since GF has decided to reform and tour after having been dead for a decade. But for now, the studio version will have to do, and it does quite well. Just picture Jesus Christs skin searing in hell and your favorite place of worship collapsing in on itself and you have some idea of this wonderful coronachs acrid causticity.
-- Y
[ Now playing in Demon Tribe Hollow... Spite by Godflesh from Pure ]
It was to rule for a thousand years. It actually did so for just thirteen of them, then three months and seven days. But in that relative blink of an eye, it so established itself as the most horrific blight the human race had ever known, that it turned what had been a sign of peace into the most reviled and repugnant diagram of any symbol in mankinds history.
What was it?
Jus joshin. I know everyone has the answer on the tip of their tongue. I only wanted to have a dramatic intro.
Anyway, I wanted to set the record straight on that second subtitle I used there above. The only the dead... one. Its popularly and incorrectly attributed to Plato, most famously during the prologue of a film called Black Hawk Down. It does, in fact (and thank you once again, Wikipedia), originate with a Spanish philosopher named George Santayana.
Just wanted to set the record straight, there. Plato came up with a lot of profundities, but not that one.
And on to something else, which is that I just finished watching the second half of Winters Bone tonight, and I found myself pleasantly devastated by the films lead, Jennifer Lawrence. And though I realize Im late for the train on this one, her talent still feels refreshingly new to me, and I think Im a happier guy for having witnessed her art.
Only the devil knows how shes this damned talented at the incredibly young age of twenty-two. Im thinking there was some soul trading going on in those gently rolling hills of Louisville, where she grew up. But of course, thats a complete jest, as all accolades for her ability are due her alone. And Winters Bone comes after The Silver Linings Playbook, which I saw less than a month ago, wherein she would have wiped the floor with nearly every other cast member, had everyone not been precisely on their A-game with that one. She must have been a bit intimdated, especially with De Niro on the set, but if she was, you couldnt tell one bit. Lawrence is one bad-ass motherfucking thespian. We can all appreciate filmmaking more acutely, thanks to her profound work ethic.
And warping over to something entirely different, still: Godflesh. Probably still unknown by most folks, but not by those with an appetite for aural bludgeoning. (Which, I realize, is a very exclusive group of sonic sadists.)
Englands West Midlands borough of Birmingham birthed this duo, responsible for such a wide swath of savage, blasphemous dirges for the melodically insane. Justin Broadrick (guitars and slit-throat vocals) - alumnus of the exquisitely cadaverous early days of Napalm Death and his best friend, G. Christian Green (bass guitars) formed this efficient experiment in cochlean rupturing from the ashes of the some-say-even-heavier Fall of Because. (My vote for best song title by FoB: Ecstasy Of Hate.)
They have a couple of records that should be must-haves for serious noise-heads: Pure and Streetcleaner. And on the former, there is a remarkably inspiring tune called Spite that never ceases to engage my musical id. And with a little luck, I might just be able to finally see this lovely number in a live setting since GF has decided to reform and tour after having been dead for a decade. But for now, the studio version will have to do, and it does quite well. Just picture Jesus Christs skin searing in hell and your favorite place of worship collapsing in on itself and you have some idea of this wonderful coronachs acrid causticity.
-- Y