So I went to see The Brian Jonestown Massacre at Leadmill on Monday and I'm finally sitting down to thrash out a few words on the whole affair. As usual I made some notes right after the gig that'd massage my memory back into action when I came to write up a review. Just a … Continue reading The Brian Jonestown Massacre – Leadmill
As with all arts, literature evolves: a cyclical evolution with strictly determined returns and which become more complicated of various modifications brought by the step of time and the confusion of circles. It would be superfluous to point out that every new progressive stage of art corresponds exactly to senile degeneration, at the ineluctable end … Continue reading Jean Moreas – The Symbolist Manifesto
However, one has to remark that men ought either to be well treated or crushed because they can revenge themselves of lighter injuries, but of more serious ones they cannot. Therefore the injury that is to be done to someone ought to be of such a kind that one does not stand in fear of … Continue reading Machiavelli – The Prince
“You're crazy.” The gut-bucket growls at me from across the room. I lash out at it, only to find that it's now floating above my head, emptying it's mucoid contents all over me. Relentless and unforgiving, like a high Hawaiian sun. We'd landed in Amsterdam that morning – seven of us – spending our first … Continue reading High Hawaiian
'Strange House' is a Transylvanian Outlook Hotel, whose scatterbrain inhabitants come out to play at dusk. They're frenzied zombies with Nosferatu as their master. The living dead in a mechanical edifice whose corridors swing wildly, rooms shake spasmodically, guests die invariably. Of course, there's a foggy courtyard no man's land, where cold whispers send spectral … Continue reading The Horrors – Strange House
On the Shortness of Life You act like mortals in all that you fear, and like immortals in all that you desire. Putting things off is the biggest waste of life: it snatches away each day as it comes, and denies us the present by promising the future. The greatest obstacle to living is expectancy, … Continue reading Seneca
To make his monster, Victor Frankenstein dug up graves, mutilated bodies and ultimately stitched up an anatomical, Dadaist mosaic of a frame. Contorted, ugly and abominable, yet with an obvious resemblance of a human body. Disregarding its ultimate fatalities, Victor had a clearly defined plan. Out of dead and decaying limbs and parts, Victor would … Continue reading Ariel Pink – Scared Famous
