Audioccult Vol. 13: The Unlucky One
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# Audioccult Vol. 13: The Unlucky One
*Light a candle. Draw the required sigils. Now, raise your arms above
your head and slowly, gently, exhale your soul. You won't need it here.
This is **Audioccult**, and it's time to get low.*
Luck is against me. I sit and stare at my screen but inspiration does
not come. My mind breeds nihil, while outside a storm is born. I
realize, then, that any pretense I have toward spiritualism of any sort
is a [phantom][1]{: target="_blank"} lie. The path to true awakening is
stress and coffee. I layer noise, samples of World War II air raid
sirens, foghorns, choir music, church bells. Homemade loops and vocals,
over/under selected tracks and songs. Desolation and magick. Blah blah
black sheep: [a Lamb is born][2]{: target="_blank"}.
This self-creation, which has festered inside me for some months, comes
about for three reasons:
1. Imagining hiding in **Rihanna** Nirvana, as picture
above by **House of LaDosha**, has rendered me a stink-stash possibly
(probably) only inspirational to myself. What can I say, ancient layers
of **Comme des Garçons** helps me Comme des fuck down. Yes, like the
hat.
**2.** The sensation of sickness combined with disorienting amounts of
medicine and unhealthy amounts of **Current 93** tracks. Comfy In
Nausea.
**3.** **Ash Borer**'s new testament:
Metal is not a genre that I necessarily approve of; long hair don't
care, but Ash Borer transcend the standard buttrock shock-talk with
their dying-angel shrieks and endless wall of noise. It's the same
reason I enjoy **[Gnaw Their Tongues][3]{: target="_blank"}** or **[Bone
Awl][4]{: target="_blank"}**---the raw, brutal beauty, the stink of
beast. I really need to change my shirt.
**Fabulous Diamonds** have a different sort of beauty, the *actual*
kind. The Australian duo's last LP was an extension of their difficult
pleasures, a soulsoak in a dronebath of wails, whispers and experimental
synths. 'Lothario' is the first look at their forthcoming homecoming,
overlapped vocals echoing an intoxicating chant that seeps into the
bones and makes the mind's eye weep. It's what my heart yearns for: blow
the trumpets.
I am reminded of my early desire to reconceptualize, to recreate past
underground ideas with the mainstream sensibilities that enrapture the
public. How many sat and watched as **Britney Spears** fell from grace
into mental instability? How many traded their human decency for a
perverse longing to see her burn herself up, to become the Great Pop
Tragedy taken away by pills or alcohol or even a blaze of gunfire? Was
it only me?
There's a place here for beauty, however. **Craxxxsoft** reminds us all
that **o F F** is Love, that summer is more than heat and sweat: it's
the world opening up, blossoming and becoming new again. Perhaps not so
unlucky after all.
I don't know what's going to happen to me. I have great fear inside me,
I feel nervous and frustrated and occasionally hateful, despite a life
that truly isn't bad at all. My frustrations are (at least somewhat)
self-imposed, my fears are insecurity, and my hate (a rare thing) is
blunted by blunts. And if I [die][5]{: target="_blank"}, let my
execution be flawless.
[1]: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XANXQ2Khq4k
[2]: http://soundcloud.com/goldecahedron/sets/the-lamb-trilogy/
[3]: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ytu5JYW2vFc
[4]: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhTjKOHceA4&
[5]: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mfkcChGxZY&
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<p><em>Light a candle. Draw the required sigils. Now, raise your arms above your head and slowly, gently, exhale your soul. You won’t need it here. This is <strong>Audioccult</strong>, and it’s time to get low.</em></p><p>Luck is against me. I sit and stare at my screen but inspiration does not come. My mind breeds nihil, while outside a storm is born. I realize, then, that any pretense I have toward spiritualism of any sort is a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XANXQ2Khq4k" target="_blank">phantom</a> lie. The path to true awakening is stress and coffee. I layer noise, samples of World War II air raid sirens, foghorns, choir music, church bells. Homemade loops and vocals, over/under selected tracks and songs. Desolation and magick. Blah blah black sheep: <a href="http://soundcloud.com/goldecahedron/sets/the-lamb-trilogy/" target="_blank">a Lamb is born</a>.</p><p>This self-creation, which has festered inside me for some months, comes about for three reasons:<br>
<strong>1. </strong>Imagining hiding in <strong>Rihanna</strong> Nirvana, as picture above by <strong>House of LaDosha</strong>, has rendered me a stink-stash possibly (probably) only inspirational to myself. What can I say, ancient layers of <strong>Comme des Garçons</strong> helps me Comme des fuck down. Yes, like the hat.<br>
<strong>2.</strong> The sensation of sickness combined with disorienting amounts of medicine and unhealthy amounts of <strong>Current 93</strong> tracks. Comfy In Nausea.<br>
<strong>3.</strong> <strong>Ash Borer</strong>‘s new testament:</p><p>Metal is not a genre that I necessarily approve of; long hair don’t care, but Ash Borer transcend the standard buttrock shock-talk with their dying-angel shrieks and endless wall of noise. It’s the same reason I enjoy <strong><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ytu5JYW2vFc" target="_blank">Gnaw Their Tongues</a></strong> or <strong><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhTjKOHceA4&" target="_blank">Bone Awl</a></strong>—the raw, brutal beauty, the stink of beast. I really need to change my shirt.</p><p><strong>Fabulous Diamonds</strong> have a different sort of beauty, the <em>actual</em> kind. The Australian duo’s last LP was an extension of their difficult pleasures, a soulsoak in a dronebath of wails, whispers and experimental synths. ‘Lothario’ is the first look at their forthcoming homecoming, overlapped vocals echoing an intoxicating chant that seeps into the bones and makes the mind’s eye weep. It’s what my heart yearns for: blow the trumpets.</p><p>I am reminded of my early desire to reconceptualize, to recreate past underground ideas with the mainstream sensibilities that enrapture the public. How many sat and watched as <strong>Britney Spears</strong> fell from grace into mental instability? How many traded their human decency for a perverse longing to see her burn herself up, to become the Great Pop Tragedy taken away by pills or alcohol or even a blaze of gunfire? Was it only me?</p><p>There’s a place here for beauty, however. <strong>Craxxxsoft</strong> reminds us all that <strong>o F F</strong> is Love, that summer is more than heat and sweat: it’s the world opening up, blossoming and becoming new again. Perhaps not so unlucky after all.</p><p>I don’t know what’s going to happen to me. I have great fear inside me, I feel nervous and frustrated and occasionally hateful, despite a life that truly isn’t bad at all. My frustrations are (at least somewhat) self-imposed, my fears are insecurity, and my hate (a rare thing) is blunted by blunts. And if I <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mfkcChGxZY&" target="_blank">die</a>, let my execution be flawless.</p>
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# Audioccult Vol. 13: The Unlucky One *Light a candle. Draw the required sigils. Now, raise your arms above your head and slowly, gently, exhale your soul. You won't need it here. This is **Audioccult**, and it's time to get low.* Luck is against me. I sit and stare at my screen but inspiration...
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Comfy In Nausea. **3.** **Ash Borer**'s new testament: . Metal is not a genre that I necessarily approve of; long hair don't care, but Ash Borer transcend the standard buttrock shock-talk with their dying-angel shrieks and endless wall of noise. It's the same reason I enjoy **[Gnaw Their Tongues...
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How many traded their human decency for a perverse longing to see her burn herself up, to become the Great Pop Tragedy taken away by pills or alcohol or even a blaze of gunfire. Was it only me. There's a place here for beauty, however. **Craxxxsoft** reminds us all that **o F F** is Love, that su...