Here is a brand new visual from THEOLOGIAN that will take you to a place full of dark desire. “Welcome to the Golden Age of Beggars” is the song title, taken from their brand new CD SOME THINGS HAVE TO BE ENDURED out now on CRUCIAL BLAST. THEOLOGIAN’s music knows how to find the beauty in the torment in our minds that we do not want to face. The video, directed by Gretchen Heinel, fits perfectly with the song. Enough of me talking – just press play and fall into the abyss…
Magick. Motherhood. Pain. Suffering.
Blood. Tension. Nausea. Desire.
Obsession. Addiction. Loathing. Violence.
The loss of hope. Unfulfilled dreams. Unhealed wounds.
All Photos by Tanner Douglass
Our friends Heartless (RIP) have disbanded, and from the ashes No Time has risen! The new band is is straight OI! and their songs are powerfully catchy. Not much is known about them right now, but we do have a No Time photo essay for you to check out, shot by our comrade Tanner Douglas. Stay tuned because these OI! warriors have a ballistic 7 inch in the works.
Text & Photos by Darryl Reid
I have no idea what “Power Violence” means these days, as it seems every other band I have seen lately plays fast and loose with that moniker. P.E.I.’s Uncle stay true to the original definition of the genre – super fast, short, dissonant, loud blasts of anger with the usual atypical breakdowns thrown throughout.
Uncle play music as punishment, with only a bass, voice and drum combo. I find the best power violence thrives on simplicity and Uncle keep their shit simple, brutal and perversely fun as fuck.
In the days of analog videotape, gas lamps and horse-drawn carriages, before even dial-up internet had hit my household, musical recommendations came by way of schoolyard traded mix CD-Rs, older sibling hand-me-downs, and music video television.
The first CD I ever bought was a collection of James Bond theme songs, a faux pas swiftly rectified by my older brother with the handing over of a burned copy of The Slim Shady LP. Schoolyard recommendations of Slipknot, Limp Bizkit and Korn followed, from a friend who, despite this, remains one.
One good thing that can be said for those early days of musical discovery is the lack of stylistic prejudice, something that is lost almost instantly when the teen turf wars begin and genre allegiance must be pledged. It takes years of falling through staunch subculture affiliations one by one to get that freedom back, but with puberty and the development of actual, realized identities and self-esteem issues that it brings still on the distant horizon, every style was viable.
Us kids had yet to even encounter the term ‘genre’ and everything was just ‘music’. You could bang your head to ‘heavy’ bands like Linkin Park, rap along with Shady, dig Blink 182 and also secretly like that Celine Dion song from that chick’s movie you also secretly liked.
Fuck yeah, the art of Philippe Caza is is one gigantic pill of epicness! The color that flows out of his imagination is fucking amazing. This French Sci-Fi master has influenced many illustrators in the heavy scene. On a personal level, I just can’t get enough of looking at his art, because it inspires me and takes me back to my childhood. Philippe Caza’s work with Metal Hurant and all of his pieces from the 80′s will stand the test of time. Today CVLT Nation would like to paint the universe with Caza…So peep a huge gallery of his art trip out as your mind starts to melt!
Text via The Chirurgeons Apprentice
There is a common and ancient opinion that certain prophetic women who are popularly called ‘screech-owls’ suck the blood of infants as a means, insofar as they can, of growing young again. Why shouldn’t our old people, namely those who have no [other] recourse, likewise suck the blood of a youth? — a youth, I say who is willing, healthy, happy and temperate, whose blood is of the best but perhaps too abundant. They will suck, therefore, like leeches, an ounce or two from a scarcely- opened vein of the left arm; they will immediately take an equal amount of sugar and wine; they will do this when hungry and thirsty and when the moon is waxing. If they have difficulty digesting raw blood, let it first be cooked together with sugar; or let it be mixed with sugar and moderately distilled over hot water and then drunk. 
At first glance, cannibalistic medical practices such as this seem far removed from our own culture. However, the utilisation of body parts for medicinal purposes still persists today, albeit in different forms. Although blood transfusions or organ transplantation may seem dramatically different than drinking the blood or eating the flesh of another human being, these medical practices do share a common belief in the body as an instrument of healing.
Photos & Text by Darryl Reid
There are a ton of interesting bands coming out of Olympia, Washington and Gag are definitely one of the most original bands to be pushing the boundaries of hardcore. Mid-tempo rhythms buried under a wall of reverb, this is freak out hardcore for the maladjusted weirdo in all of us.
Death is a normal part of life; the two are inseparable. Most creatures seem to understand this instinctively – allowing death to happen, whether a quiet passing into old age or a violent removal from this world, often to feed or protect another life. But human beings have a strange fascination with death, ranging from denial of its finality and obsession with rebirth, to the need to surround ourselves with images of it. While most animals on earth leave their dead behind to merge once again with the soil and air, humans preserve death, and throughout the ages have found ways to live with it via cemeteries and tombs, photographs of dead relatives, freezers or taxidermy. Christopher Marley is an artist who specializes in taxidermy of exotic insects, snakes and birds, and calls his collection of beautifully preserved once-living sculptures “Reclamation” – of a body that would otherwise rot and decay. He sources his species from those that have died in captivity, and hermetically seals and mounts them in fascinating displays. My favorite pieces are his insect mosaics, because while nothing sends chills up my spine like a large, scurrying beetle, when they are stilled forever and arranged in gorgeous and symmetrical bursts of color, I love them. Check out some of his pieces below, which can be found for purchase here.
Via Huffington Post
A woman had been sleeping next to her dead husband’s decomposed corpse for one year until authorities made the grisly discovery this week.
Apparently, 79-year-old “Marcel H.” from Liege, Belgium, died back in November 2012 of an asthma attack, according to Carters News Agency. His wife was so upset that she failed to report the death and continued to sleep with the body until Belgian authorities made the bizarre finding on Tuesday, Nov. 19.
They were led to the apartment because the landlord claimed the couple hadn’t paid their rent since last year. Neighbors never reported a bad smell. The body had mummified.
WARNING: GRAPHIC IMAGES BELOW
What decade changed my life the most? The 80′s, hands down. Growing up back then was a trip…it was a job to find new music, but that’s what made it fun. Today I saw something that took my mind to my teenage years: cassette spine art. I know that I was a person that would totally trick out my tapes, and I took pride in writing the bands’ logos on their spines. Check these cool pictures from before music went digital and cassettes were Number #1…do you remember the time?