What would happen if you saw a book filled with images that reminded you of what you saw when you were fried on acid? This is just the case when I first saw the pages of the Codex Seraphinianus. These are the kind of visuals that take over my imagination when I listen too much CAN. This bugged-out alternative universe was composed by Luigi Serafini in 1981, and it is full of otherworldly images that will have you scratching your head in awe. Wriiten in his own code language and with pictures reminiscent of a medieval medical text, this book looks like it should have been written centuries ago. But it also looks like a guide to the future, as if some 14th century scribe had a lucid dream of 4300 CE. Today CVLT Nation celebrates Codex Seraphinianus with a huge photo essay…I want this for my next b-day gift…hint hint to my wife if you are reading this!
In April 2011, Steve Ignorant’s “Last Supper” tour received a contentious welcome in San Francisco. Ignorant fronted the seminal English anarcho-punk band Crass until their disbandment in 1984, but decided to tour the group’s early material once more in 2011.
With no original members but himself, the decision pitted fans vehemently against each other. On one hand, the San Francisco date sold out. On the other, a cadre of indignant detractors in the city organized an opposing show nearby and protested what they perceived as Ignorant’s calculated scheming and exploitation of Crass’ identity. They stationed a school bus outside the concert venue Slim’s and encouraged attendees to defect and attend a guerrilla show organized down the street. In an age of music squabbles annexed to the Internet, the street-level tactics were refreshing, bold, and resembled the clever subversive activities Crass itself engaged in during the late-70s and early-80s.
Upon formation in 1977, Crass vowed to break up in 1984 as a nod to the Orwellian totalitarianism it likened to England under Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher. The catalog numbers on Crass records even counted down to the year. Despite rising to prominence amongst the so-called “anarcho-punk” scene and arguably releasing its best work late in the band’s lifespan, Crass followed through with its promise. More so, Crass’ activities as an art collective, political pranksters, record label, and group of roommates living communally outside London at Dial House reflected the venom for authority, militarism, and consumerism asserted in lyrics and artwork.
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Imagine a pill designed to redefine human motivation and endurance, ridding its taker from both fear and the need of sleep. Such a pill has been the subject of science fiction movies (don’t think I forgot about you, “Limitless”), but what if modern man actually created it? At one point in time, such a pill was believed to be invented, and the group it behind was so strongly convinced in its efficacity that mass production came within inches of happening.
Who else would be behind the creation of a substance that rendered its user both mindless and tireless all at once than the 20th century’s most reviled organization, the Nazis? The year was 1944 and the war, unbeknownst to the depraved experimenters, was nearing its end. It was common knowledge that troops all over the Western front had been using and abusing a synthetic amphetamine called Pervitine to keep them going through long days of combat – some say it not only stimulated the soldiers but transformed them into fearless heroes in the face of gunfire and chaos. But as the drug grew in popularity, so did the young soldier’s resistance to it. Supplies could barely keep up with demand and the Nazis knew they needed to come up with something stronger to give them that extra push against the advancing enemy.
GG Allin has always been an easy target. For most, he was just the nutball who ate his own shit. The world at large knew him only as a complete scumbag, a dirty secret, from the underbelly of society, here to steal your teenage daughter and burn your house down. Some of that is true, actually most it is true, but its only part of the GG Allin appeal. Whether complete rock n’ roll rebel, or master pitchman, the real appeal of Allin was what he represented. Prior to his untimely death, GG Allin was the closet thing we had to the living embodiment of uncontrolled rock excess.
In the civilized world, no matter how rebellious our rock stars seem, GG Allin was the next evolutionary step. He didn’t care, at least not about the common idea of musical debauchery. In music, art, or spoken word, Allin seemed to care mostly about taking the train off the rails. Everything needed to be a speeding Mack truck, with no brakes, rocketing towards a busload of orphans. However, as much as Allin exposed himself (see what I did there) we never got to step inside his brain and walk around for a while.
Cue My Prison Blues, a gorgeous new hardcover from Aggronautix. Within these pages, is something that brings us closer to the GG Allin thought process, than anything since the documentary Hated. Prison does strange things to a man, and Aggronautix has complied what it does to Allin. Through journal entries, drawings, letters to his brother Merle and a correspondence with John Wayne Gacy, My Prison Blues strips a lot of the legend away from Allin, and leaves us with just the man and his thoughts.
The comic 2000 AD in August of 1983 gave us Sláine Mac Roth, the feral warrior who fought ancient demons and demigods. The stories are all loosely based around Celtic mythology, so are full of primeval gore, guts and bloody axes. With of course strong elements of Robert E. Howard’s ‘Conan the Barbarian’ in there too. At the start of the series Sláine was a wanderer, banished from his tribe, the Sessair. He explored the Land of the Young (Irish Tír na nÓg) in the company of an unscrupulous dwarf called Ukko (Finnish for “old man”, and the name of the Finnish pagan Thunder god), fighting monsters and mercenaries in the fantasy tradition.
To celebrate the thirtieth anniversary of Sláine, 2000AD are running a brand new Slaine series, ‘The Book of Scars’. Which reunites the most well known original artists Simon Bisley, Mick McMahon, Clint Langley and Glen Fabry.
According to his jailhouse diary, GG Allin jerked off almost 100 times during his first 30 days in prison. It was 1989 and the outlaw scumfuck was accused of assault after he tortured a fan he met at one of his performances in Detroit. Over the course of several days, he had sex with the woman while she was handcuffed to a bed, burned her with cigarettes, and cut half-moon shapes with the jagged edge of a beer can on the bottom of her breasts. In his version of the events, it was a consensual act of outsider lovemaking. Big fucking deal. The good people of Michigan disagreed and sent the Murder Junkies frontman on an extended vacation to the Michigan Department of Corrections facility in Washtenaw County.
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And that’s where we find GG Allin in the hardcover, glossy, limited-edition smorgasbord of thoughts, drawings, missives, and ideas titled My Prison Walls, to be released in July by Aggronautix. Diving into the studied chaos of Allin’s thoughts while he was holed up in the clink might be the best way to commemorate the 20th anniversary of GG’s death. And it’s a blood-splattered ride. Here’s a few excerpts from his handwritten prison journal, “30 Days in the Hole,” and some drawings that he and a few of his favorite serial killers made.
It’s hard to exaggerate the importance of Black Flag to underground music. They pioneered a touring style that is standard for bands today, plus they basically invented hardcore, or at least set the standard for it. Their four bar logo has achieved almost Che-like status in pop culture iconography, but it manages to remain cool and underground at the same time – as Ebersole puts it: “look closely at those four rectangles and you will see a cute little waving black flag representing “ANARCHY;” the stateless state; a DIY politic. No Gods and No Masters, as they say!” I can’t tell you how many people I know or have met who have inked that logo somewhere on their body. With Barred For Life, Stewart Dean Ebersole has put together a photo documentary of how Black Flag has touched people’s lives – literally in the form of tattoos. Interspersed with photos of people he and photographer Jared Castaldi captured along their six years of travel in North America and abroad, Ebersole tells the story of being a punker of the 80′s in America, and how Black Flag figured in punk rock lore of the time. The result is rad to look at and a captivating read, and also includes in-depth interviews with Dez and Chuck. I would wager at least half of you reading this have a Black Flag tattoo on you somewhere, and you know you’re not alone! Check out some of the rad portraits below, and head over to the Barred For Life facebook page here and get your own copy here!
What would happen if one of your favorite bands got trapped inside of an Alice In Wonderland fantasy world? You would end up with the 1984 play-at-home special featuring Siouxsie & The Banshees alongside Robert Smith telling some bugged out children stories. Hearing each band member speaking through their inner child is pretty awesome! Within the chapters, you will see some outstanding Siouxsie & The Banshees videos. If you have young children who like good music, this is a perfect video for both you and them…Now watch The Banshees do their thing in fantasy land…
“The darkling plain is here. This is the waste land: England, America, Russia, China, Israel, France …. And we are here as victims, or as spectators, or as perpetrators of tortures, massacres, poisonings, manipulations, despoliations.” –Fredy Perlman
If you want to talk about reads that hold, within mere pages of paper, the power to fill you with disgust, bring you to tears, and change your life, Fredy Perlman‘s essay Against His-story, Against Leviathan! is one such read. I’ve read it countless times now, and every read resonates deeply within the core of my being in a new way each time. AHAL! is more or less like “The Rise of Human Civilization 101.” Perlman goes over the rise and fall of human civilizations, and gives gut-wrenching explanations on how they each have impacted our birth in the belly of an artificial beast, Leviathan, who thrives on the disconnect between man and natural world. This essay was written by Perlman in 1983 and served to shape anarcho-primitivist thought.
The Baphomet sigil has become one of the most ubiquitous symbols of the “dark side” in our culture today, second only to the inverted cross. It adorns our bodies in the form of jewelry, t-shirts, leggings, hats and other clothing good or bad. It’s almost like the Che Guevara of metal – people who have no idea of its meaning or history plaster it all over themselves. In the interests of staying informed about one of the most important images in metal culture, check out the informative essay about the history of the Baphomet below, taken from Angelfire.com, home of the Joy of Satan Ministries. They outline its pagan roots, ties to Christianity through the Templar and the Inquisition, and it’s evolution as the logo of the Church of Satan. It’s a good read and for some of you may be enlightening about this almost “pop culture” symbol.