Friday, September 28, 2007

Αγαπη για Ποσειδών

Oh, Blue, come forth!
Oh, Blue, arise!
Oh, Blue, ascend!
Oh, Blue, come in!

(ll. 1-5) I begin to sing about Poseidon, the great god, mover of the earth and fruitless sea, god of the deep who is also lord of Helicon and wide Aegae. A two-fold office the gods allotted you, O Shaker of the Earth, to be a tamer of horses and a saviour of ships!

(ll. 6-7) Hail, Poseidon, Holder of the Earth, dark-haired lord! O blessed one, be kindly in heart and help those who voyage in ships!



This week, a short 161 years ago, Urbain Le Verrier of Saint-Lô, France, was mulling about the Paris Observatory late at night (not an uncommon sight at the time) when he casually decided to spend an hour or so behind his telescope after playing with some numbers he'd been gathering for several months. Within a matter of minutes, he found what he was looking for, and in doing so, put centuries of speculation regarding the irregularities of Uranus's orbit to rest. Though initially contested by British astronomer John Couch Adams, Le Verrier's prediction of the mysterious eighth planet's orbit is considered by most to be the official discovery of Neptune, despite Galileo's observations of the planet in the early 1600s (he mistook Neptune for a fixed star, unwittingly witnessing the frosty giant in retrograde). Following the drama regarding who discovered it when, the name Neptune was decided upon by the international community after various suggestions including Janus and Oceanus.


Derived from the Roman Neptūnus, the barely observable blue tint of the planet suggested that it was an ocean world, and was mostly responsible for it's namesake, Neptune being the Roman God of the Sea. Also worshiped by the Greeks (especially by those who traveled by sea) as Posidon, the Greeks and the Romans both considered him a particularly moody entity, his better moods resulting in calmer seas, and his frustrations channeled into floods and storms and waves capable of tearing a ship to shreds, making Neptune a more fitting title than those who named it could have ever imagined, given the planet's weather. Furthering his reputation amongst travelers of the time, Neptune the Deity was known to both cultures as the God of Horses in addition to having dominion over the sea. I find the image of sailors drowning horses to appease Neptune before setting out on a voyage particularly resonant. On perhaps a lighter note, he was also known as Neptune Equester - the patron saint of horse racing. One of the two temples in Rome dedicated to Neptune is located just outside the Circus Flaminius, an Ancient Roman horse racing track.


As is the mysteriously infallible trend in ancient mythology, there were plenty of analogous deities associated with other cultures across the globe ready to be applied to the eighth and most distant planet of our solar system. Neptune is known in India as Varuna, god of water and the sky, not to mention of Law and The Underworld. Varuna and Posidon both held extremely high positions in the hierarchy of the gods - Zeus and Hades being Posidon's brothers, and Varuna being chief of the Adityas and the most prominent Asura. Both the Indian and Roman/Greek based gods were frequently portrayed as riding the mythical Hippocampus, a magical sea horse first recognized by anthropologists in early Etruscan wall-paintings. This mythical horse also happens to share a name with the section of the brain responsible in part for memory and spatial navigation - the part of the brain most affected by marijuana use (its impairment being at least partially responsible for the sudden meandering of what was supposed to be a quick little post on the discovery of Neptune - let's get back on track, shall we?).

Visited by man's tools only once, by Voyager II in 1989, the big blue sentry at the edge of our solar system was found to be considerably more wild than it's relatively peaceful exterior would suggest. Frequently plagued by storms large enough to fit several of the telluric planets within their seething torrents of poisonous gas (featuring winds exceeding 2,000 KPH, the most extreme winds anywhere in the solar system), Voyager II found that Neptune's core stays warmer than anyone had a right to expect at the time of the probe's arrival. Consisting in part of oceanic clouds of methane gas, which really ought to be frozen considering Neptune receives about 1/1000th of the light from the sun that Earth does at it's distance of approximately 30 AUs from Sol, the planet's wild weather results in the gas being released from it's lower, toastier atmospheres only to freeze and diffuse as it approaches the surface during Neptune's warmer seasons ("summer" consisting of about 40 earth years). This stream of methane from either the northern or southern hemispheres, depending on which axis is presently closer to the sun, is responsible for the planet's being so gloriously blue.

A Neptune Orbiter is currently under consideration by NASA - though unfortunately, following their pushing the projected launch date from 2016 to 2030, it appears it may be going the same route as the Jupiter Icy Moons Orbiter, officially canceled in 2005 after over a decade of hype and excitement surrounding the idea of finally getting under Europa's skin.

Neptune is presently sitting out in Capricorn on the West Coast of the United States for those of you with nice telescopes - go check her out if you can. I can't think of a single non-shamanistic activity equivalent to viewing the furthest conventionally observable object in our solar system from the comfort of one's own backyard.

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Now playing: NoMeansNo - The End of All Things

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Wow! [a review of the new Throbbing Gristle]


After nearly 30 years, there is a new Throbbing Gristle album.

Part Two: The Endless Not was released on April Second of this year. I feel like we've finally discovered the Philosopher's Stone or an alien broadcast from interstellar space. After teasing us for years with literally dozens of archival live releases, festivals that never happened, and one off live shows scattered around the globe, the girls, boys, and transsexuals of TG have shed the veil of mystery surrounding their existence and revived their muse; they're quieter now, perhaps, but as the late Jhonn Balance (bless his soul) observed, such an approach is perhaps required to make a point in these times of "too much shouting". So yes, the "music" has been turned down and jazzed up: but accordingly so, as things have changed. Genesis P-Orridge has developed breasts and has traded in all those jackboots and army uniforms for high heels and miniskirts. Close friends have fallen from banisters onto their heads and died. The United States is closer than it ever was to establishing a one world government. Scarlett Johansson is recording an album of Tom Waits covers. Plenty of fuel to add to the fire smoking the beast from its cave and bringing it once more to your local independent record store.

Part Two is as apt a title as any; addressing the "reunion" aspect of the release in the very name has the added effect of rendering criticism towards their getting back together completely redundant. Of course, there's also the band's reputation, the exciting occult references buried within the album (tracks like Above The Below, or the totems made of bone and 23 carat gold that were shipped with the special edition of the album), and the strength of the actual material to consider . Very similar to the later works of Coil - Sleazy's production work still oozes it's way through the speakers and into your inner ear - Genesis P has clearly taken much from his/her/it's frequent collaborations with William Breeze in Thee Majesty and their mid-90s PTV work, Orridge's vocal range and presence now suggesting both broken hearts and an aged illumination, as opposed to the teenage confrontationalisim of the transgendered band leader's work with TG in the 1970s, or the "Look Ma, it's Magick!" obviousness and overemotional theatrics of earlier Psychic TV. On "Rabbit Snare", Genesis slowly leers out at the audience in a simultaneously aggressive and pleading tone, "Are you scared? Why are you scared?", whilst Christopherson's electronics sweep around the ears like bats out of hell and the husband and wife duo of Chris and Cosey hold down the beat with some jazzy electric piano and a wheezing cornet. On "Almost a Kiss", the lead vocals have an almost Louis Armstrong rasp to them; Genesis P-Orridge has not released a more emotional piece of music since PTV's Stolen Kisses.

What strikes one most about the album is how well the band gels together after 27 years apart. As they've all been active solo artists, their individual sounds have grown both with the artists and with the technology developed in the last two decades; while there is an abundance of live instrumentation on the album, it's all been tweaked and stretched and sautéed by laptops until beyond recognition in most cases. On the first track, Vow of Silence, this is particularly true, a mass of loops and growls and terrible screeching that goes on for seven minutes, a kind of banishing preparing the listener for what's to come. When reality does leak through however, it is just as bleak and cold as the mountaintop gracing the cover of the album - the vocals in particular haunt one in a way not quantifiable except perhaps in terms of existential loss. Whatever it is TG has lost, however (lovers, friends, gender identity) the open-minded music enthusiast has equally gained in the release of this monumental achievement of sonic architecture.

If I were to compare Throbbing Gristle's new music to something, it would perhaps be this recently discovered decaying core of a comet, orbiting our solar system regularly every four years. Totally absent of anything resembling a tail or coma, this gloriously dead rock is silently hurtling through space at thousands of miles per hour, spectacular for its singularity. Not a showy creature, 070925_P/2007 R5 is the essentials of a comet boiled down to a hunk of black ice and dust only a few hundred feet in diameter; it is what it is, a signal of the coming universal entropy and the inevitability of time's fatal fingers wrapping around your neck. I think it's pretty, after a fashion.




in other news:

HOLY FUCKING SHIT
NEW DEVO SONG

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Now playing: WormOuroboros03b

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Mahmoud Ahmadinejad + Halo 3 + Qui

the night is being eaten away by old time radio broadcasts and homework. i run out of cigarettes and run down to rite aid around midnight. Fred Anderson and Hamid Drake's superb From the River to the Ocean is in the earbuds, loud, over which i can still hear car alarms and what sounds like marines shouting; right past me walks a skinny girl in a blanket and a skinnier real unhealthy looking guy with big bags under his eyes and the hood of his decidedly unfashionable flannel sweater thrown up. he is clutching a large, ominous black box. the closer i get to rite aid the closer i get to the gamestop a few doors down. a wild crowd of people has packed themselves against the glass of the videogame dealership at least ten rows deep. in realizing that halo 3 is in all probability being released, i consequently begin to fear being hit by a drunk bro or perhaps hassled by the cops in the patrol car parked right outside. i pick up my unfiltered lucky strikes okay (Camel is obviously trying to kill me by discontinuing Lucky Strike Filters and Lights while leaving Unfiltered in full production) but upon leaving the drug store i realize the crowd has gotten larger, and louder. STEP AWAY FROM THE VEHICLE an anonymous army-man sounding type announces to everyone within the sound of his voice. several individuals, many wearing motorcycle helmets and carrying these mysterious black boxes under their arms, dart from the store and pile into a van parked outside under shouts of MOVE IT MOVE IT and similar forms of phrase found otherwise exclusively in war zones, paintball arenas, and multilayer FPS games. i start getting weird looks - they know i'm not one of them. i stare down one of the kids wearing motorcycle helmets before cutting out to finish my astronomy homework.


DAVID YOW

IS GOING

TO BELT YOU



download NEW ORLEANS by the magnificent new David Yow project: QUI from Los Angeles
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Now playing: Vincent Price - An Eye For An Eye

Monday, September 24, 2007

93 IS DEAD LONG LIVE 156

Excerpt from Pg. 69 of Joel Biroco's monumental KAOS 14:











UNCOMFORTABLE? PARANOID? YOU COULD TAKE YOUR MIND OFF SECRET SOCIETIES BENT ON WORLD DOMINATION AND READ this highly entertaining article on Cryptozoology and Nintendo over at Chewing Pixels

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Now playing: Coil - remote viewing 5

edit:
The visionary and tremendously well-informed staff of LA's newly revived Arthur Magazine have hosted a particularly well written (if short) article on Kaos 14 and the 156 Current here.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

THE WIRE # 269

Published July 2006. Page 30. Full page spread detailing the who's who of Current 93's most recent live band, the one Tibet's been toting around Europe in support of his new and most fabulous Black Ships Ate The Sky LP. Baby Dee is sitting against the wall to the far left, her half-grin probably the most disturbing element of what's already a pretty goddamn wacky photograph. Six Organs Of Admittance leader Ben Chasny stands with his arms crossed in a calculatingly disgruntled pose at the center of the image, furthest back; David Tibet with his wildly patterned dress shirt and scarf dominate the foreground, as does Matt Sweeney's mustache. Four or five other individuals of varying gender, weirdness, and nationality fill out the lineup, making for what would probably be a massively disorienting group of people to physically experience, if not a downright terrifying one.

A blog entry writes itself upon my realizing that Bill Breeze, the grand and mighty one O.H.O., is looking extremely uncomfortable about being photographed on the far right. Previously a member of Coil in their later more ambient years, I know a Bill Breeze that plays viola in some of my favorite bands and according to brainwashed.com is "currently the executive director for a not-for-profit organization devoted to good works." - but I know another Bill Breeze, one that unsurprisingly (being the head of the Caliphate O.T.O. based in Southern California) gets considerable press within the occult community. Also known as the one and only Hymenaeus Beta, editor of many texts related to Crowley and his Order, Breeze has generated some heat with a good deal of suing and being sued by various individuals regarding intellectual property rights. An agenda slowly begins to form in the unraveling of this seemingly infinite legal net strung from many a reflective sphere; while endlessly fascinating to me (I never knew how desperate I was for a real life occult soap opera to supply me with hours upon hours of guilt-free entertainment), the subject may be redundant for some, and entirely meaningless to others. Regardless, I'll get around to throwing my coin in the pool of highly esoteric public opinion surrounding who's O.T.O. is the Real O.T.O. and what sucks about all of them very soon, I'm sure. For now, after being jarred suddenly from my tea, trying to fall asleep and catching up with my Wire subscription, I'm headed to bed feeling a bit more informed, and of course a lot more confused about everything.

The same goddamn person!

Friday, September 21, 2007

Αγαπη + Θελημα Περί ͵αϡϟαʹ



Lookout! 050, 12" LP


Title01=Screeching Weasel - Making You Cry
Title02=Screeching Weasel - Slogans
Title03=Screeching Weasel - Guest List
Title04=Screeching Weasel - Veronica Hates Me
Title05=Screeching Weasel - I Can See Clearly
Title06=Screeching Weasel - Cindys on Methadone
Title07=Screeching Weasel - The Science Of Myth
Title08=Screeching Weasel - What We Hate
Title09=Screeching Weasel - Teenage Freakshow
Title10=Screeching Weasel - Kamalas Too Nice
Title11=Screeching Weasel - Don't Turn Out The Lights
Title12=Screeching Weasel - Fathead
Title13=Screeching Weasel - I Wanna Be With You Tonight
Title14=Screeching Weasel - My Brain Hurts



Wax Trax! Records. WAXCD 7143, Compact Disc



Title15=Coil - Disco Hospital
Title16=Coil - Teenage Lightning 1
Title17=Coil - Things Happen
Title18=Coil - The Snow
Title19=Coil - Dark River
Title20=Coil - Where Even The Darkness Is Something To See
Title21=Coil - Teenage Lightning 2
Title22=Coil - Windowpane
Title23=Coil - Further Back and Faster
Title24=Coil - Titan Arch
Title25=Coil - Chaostrophy
Title26=Coil - Lorca not Orca
Title27=Coil - Love's Secret Domain



Jive. 1418-2-J, Compact Disc, 24 Sep 1991



Title28=A Tribe Called Quest - Excursions
Title29=A Tribe Called Quest - Buggin Out
Title30=A Tribe Called Quest - Rap Promoter
Title31=A Tribe Called Quest - Buffer
Title32=A Tribe Called Quest - Verses From The Abstract
Title33=A Tribe Called Quest - Showbusiness
Title34=A Tribe Called Quest - Vibes and Stuff
Title35=A Tribe Called Quest - The Infamous Date Rape
Title36=A Tribe Called Quest - Check The Rhime
Title37=A Tribe Called Quest - Everything is Fair
Title38=A Tribe Called Quest - Jazz (we've got)
Title39=A Tribe Called Quest - Skypager
Title40=A Tribe Called Quest - What?
Title41=A Tribe Called Quest - Scenario



Too Pure. PURE04, 10" EP



Title42=Stereolab - Super-Electric
Title43=Stereolab - High Expectations
Title44=Stereolab - The Way Will Be Opened
Title45=Stereolab - Contact



Big Life.BLRDLP 5, 2xLP, 15 April 1991



Title46=The Orb - Little Fluffy Clouds
Title47=The Orb - Earth (Gaia)
Title48=The Orb - Supernova At The End Of The Universe
Title49=The Orb - Back Side Of The Moon
Title50=The Orb - Spanish Castles In Space
Title51=The Orb - Perpetual Dawn
Title52=The Orb - Into The Fourth Dimension
Title53=The Orb - Outlands
Title54=The Orb - Star 6 & 7 8 9
Title55=The Orb - Huge Evergrowing Pulsating Brain That Rules From The Center Of The Underworld



Touch and Go,TG068LP, 21 February 1991



Title56=The Jesus Lizard - Then Comes Dudley
Title57=The Jesus Lizard - Mouth Breather
Title58=The Jesus Lizard - Nub
Title59=The Jesus Lizard - Seasick
Title60=The Jesus Lizard - Monkey Trick
Title61=The Jesus Lizard - Karpis
Title62=The Jesus Lizard - South Mouth
Title63=The Jesus Lizard - Lady Shoes
Title64=The Jesus Lizard - Rodeo in Joliet



RCA.07863 61007-2, Compact Disc, April 1991



Title65=Gary Clail - Food, Clothes and Shelter
Title66=Gary Clail - Pt 2 Monk Track
Title67=Gary Clail - Escape
Title68=Gary Clail - The Emotional Hooligan
Title69=Gary Clail - Magic Penny
Title70=Gary Clail - Human Nature
Title71=Gary Clail - Crocodile Eyes
Title72=Gary Clail - Rumours
Title73=Gary Clail - Beef (The Future Mix)
Title74=Gary Clail - Temptation (Parts 1 & 2)
Title75=Gary Clail - False Leader (Parts 1 & 2)



Polydor (US). 847 717-2, Compact Disc, 19 Nov 1991



Title76=Talk Talk - Myrrhman
Title77=Talk Talk - Ascension Day
Title78=Talk Talk - After the Flood
Title79=Talk Talk - Taphead
Title80=Talk Talk - New Grass
Title81=Talk Talk - Runeii



Geffen Records. GEF 24425, 12" LP, 24 Sep 1991



Title82=Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit
Title83=Nirvana - In Bloom
Title84=Nirvana - Come As You Are
Title85=Nirvana - Breed
Title86=Nirvana - Lithium
Title87=Nirvana - Polly
Title88=Nirvana - Territorial Pissings
Title89=Nirvana - Drain You
Title90=Nirvana - Lounge Act
Title91=Nirvana - Stay Away
Title92=Nirvana - On A Plain
Title93=Nirvana - Something In The Way
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