Surrealist photographer Christopher McKenney creates the kind of images that we are all about here at CVLT Nation. Disturbing, serene and violent, his photos capture fear in an almost disconnected kind of way – kind of like Twin Peaks, his photos conjure an eerie feeling without being outright “scary”. Many of his photos are the definition of suspense, where the subject is the moment before violent death by fire, hanging or murder. At the same time, they aren’t gory or over the top; they are tasteful and beautifully laid out, with vivid colors and sharp details. Many of these could easily be featured in our Creepiest Photo Album series! Check out his work below.
This week Kris Kuksi opened his fourth outstanding solo show Revival at Joshua Liner Gallery. From all of the pieces I have seen, Kris once again has created sculptures that are unbelievably ornate and captivating! Check out what the director Guillermo del Torro has to say about Kris Kuksi’s artistic expression:
“A postindustrial Rococo master, Kris Kuksi obsessively arranges characters and architecture with an exquisite sense of drama. Instead of stones and shells he uses screaming plastic soldiers, miniature engine blocks, towering spires and assorted debris to form his landscapes. The political, spiritual, and material conflict within these shrines is enacted under the calm gaze of remote deities and august statuary. Kuksi manages to evoke, at once, a sanctum and a mausoleum for our suffocated spirit.
It’s difficult to find any in-depth information about the Chimbu tribe from Papua New Guinea, a tribe that paints their entire bodies in the semblance of a skeleton. They are from the Western Highlands of Papua New Guinea, the Simbu or Chimbu region, and apparently their extensive and beautiful body paint originated as a way to intimidate their enemies, and I can imagine that watching a mass of tribal zombies coming to get you would be intimidating. The makeup varies from person to person, with each putting his or her personal touch on their walking dead alter-ego. Although information about them is limited, the pictures below speak more than 1000 words about the Chimbu people. Check out a collection of stunning photos of the Skeleton People of Papua New Guinea…
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.