Walter Potter was a self-taught Victorian taxidermist in Sussex who became famous for his anthropomorphized taxidermy scenes featuring all types of animals, but mainly kittens, squirrels and mice – probably plentiful in those parts. He is famous for scenes like “The Kittens’ Wedding,” his commentary on social inequity “The Squirrels’ Club” and “The Rats’ Den” and “The Death and Burial of Cock Robin.” My daughter freaked when she saw this, but I also got a kick out of their tiny costumes and perfect gestures. The museum Potter created in his home was broken up and sold for over £500,000, while a bid of £1,000,000 was offered by Damien Hirst for the entire collection but was rejected by auctioneers. Check out some of Potter’s scenes below.
Death metal has been pushing the limits of music for a little over 30 years; bands such as Carcass, Morbid Angel, Bolt Thrower, Incantation, Obituary and many many more have left their marks in OSDM history. First time I fell in love with death metal is when I heard Obituary’s “Cause of Death” – it contained all of metal that I loved, everything from the riffs down to production. Later I moved on to Incantation’s “Onward to Golgotha,” in my opinion the greatest death metal record ever written, but of course that’s a matter of opinion. I often dream about the perfect death metal show, but like a lot of you out there, I was born too late and missed out on all the epic shows that went down back in the day…here’s the next round of flyers…enjoy!
CVLT Nation has been down with LA’s doom lord Ear/Splitters for a while now, and we are very excited about his latest incarnation, Midnite Collective. To celebrate the beginning of this new venture into the darkness of the human heart and mind, CVLT Nation and Midnite Collective present Midnite Communion. Summoning the dark arts and craft of the underworld, on Saturday, November 23rd Midnite Collective brings Jas Helena, Bryan Proteau, Davide Manicni and Stevie Floyd together to create a visual altar that will be led in ceremony by Amarok (Chico) and Funerary (Phoenix). Doom and darkness set the somber undertone of the evening, gathering the masses of the underground community to observe their creative counterparts in an intimate setting known as MonkSpace in Los Angeles (4414 W. 2nd St.). The event is free and all ages, beginning at dusk (7pm) with music beginning shortly after, ending at 10pm. Check out more event info here and below…
The Victorian Blood Book was a part of Evelyn Waugh‘s personal collection of Victorian texts and manuscripts, and arguably the most curious – a scrapbook put together by a loving father for his daughter’s wedding day, this book is an amalgamation of engravings by William Blake, Christian and nature imagery, blood red ink and written text filling all the gaps in between. The text on the pages, hand written by its creator John Bingley Garland in 1854, has the tone of religious ranting, rife with Bible quotes, with phrases such as “Truth! springs out of the earth! and Righteousness! shall look down! from Heaven!” A lot of exclamation points, so many that when I read the text, I read it in the voices of the crazy bums I’ve met on the street trying to convert anyone and everyone to their visions of plague and fire. All I can say is, if my dad gave me something like this, I would question his sanity. But hey, this was the Victorian era, so this type of zealotry was as mainstream and normal as it is today in a Texas megachurch. The creepy element is in the blood dripping from everyone and everything on its pages. Hand drawn in red India ink are bleeding crosses, blood dripping from people, animals, plants and fruit. Literally everything is soaked in the blood of Christ. That’s it, I’m converted! You can look at scans of the full book here, plus take a look at some of my favorites below.
When Police say that they are here to protect and serve, that is a bunch of bullshit. These corporate forces of hate are meant to protect the rich and subjugate the poor worldwide. During the 60′s and 70′s, the world was fighting back against colonialism, from Africa to Europe to America. This is when the African Americans were considered enemies of the state if they chose to stand up for their civil rights. Check out these photos of riots that took place in the “land of the free” for those who were not white. When I look at these photos, I see that the slave master was still running shit only 55 years ago…That being said, it’s always good to know your past so that it’s not repeated! Looking into the eyes of these officers is looking into the eyes of evil!
PostApoc, by Liz Worth.
Now or Never Publishing, 184 pages.
The underlying anxiety of disaster fiction always stems from the question, how would we survive if the engine of industrialized civilization were to irreparably break down? Toronto-based author Liz Worth’s debut novel PostApoc has at its core the nihilistic observation that, if there really were nothing left, then there would no longer be any reason to survive. As such, it’s appropriate that the story begins with an ending – albeit a complicated one – in which protagonist Ang undertakes a suicide pact with her inner circle of friends, then finds herself the sole survivor. In a world that increasingly resembles painter Hieronymus Bosch’s surreal vision of hell in The Garden of Earthly Delights, Ang finds that escapism is a healthy means of coping with the slow, nightmarish collapse of not only the world but of reality itself.
1.Russian artist Pyotr Pavlensky
Artist Pyotr Pavlensky has made eyes water all over the world with his protest against Russia’s descent into authoritarianism – nailing his testicles to the ground in Red Square on Sunday to denounce Vladimir Putin’s “police state”. Yet connoisseurs of performance art are probably already saying: “Meh, seen it all before.” For Pavlensky’s protest is the latest in a long line of performance art pieces that have endangered life and limb. Here are our top 10 …
Photographer Adam Krause was at his local gym when he first met the guys who’d become the subjects of his series “Greenpoint Brooklyn Nazi Skinheads.” Krause grew up in Florida and was part of a tough punk rock community himself. “I knew the guys were skinheads after recognizing a racist band on one of their T-shirts. I think my background of being involved in the punk scene just helped me identify these guys, similar to someone interested in cars probably can identify a certain model of car,” he said in an email.
Krause spent a few weeks with his subjects, photographing them in fatigues alongside Nazi regalia, sometimes with bandanas covering their faces to obscure their identity. “It’s a collaborative effort. I photograph my subjects in places that are intrinsic to them. In some cases the subjects don’t want to be photographed in their homes, so we went to places where they’d hang out,” he said.
Photographer Hal – aka Haruhiko Kawaguchi – has one of those artistic visions that seems uniquely Japanese. His series of photographs entitled “Flesh Love” exemplifies the Japanese tendency to push the boundaries of sanity when it comes to art. Kawaguchi vacuum-seals couples in plastic futon bags for 10 to 20 seconds at a time, enough time for them to survive with no air and for him to take only a couple of frames before they are released. His aim is to highlight the concept and emotion of Love in his work, to seal it in for a few seconds that his photos turn into an eternity. Anyone who has been in love can recognize the expressions of peace and angst on his subjects’ faces, the contortions they twist into in order to accommodate one another. I’m not even talking about sexual positions here – more the emotional contortions required in a relationship, the way we hold each other’s souls close but try to allow room for each other at the same time. These photos take my breath away, literally, imagining the feeling of having all air sucked from the space around me, surviving off of what oxygen is held in my lungs and bloodstream, clinging to my husband for a brief few seconds before we are released. Even though I feel slightly panicky at the thought, according to Kawaguchi, the majority of the time the women remain calm and still, while the men begin to panic and struggle. One guy even pissed himself in the bag. I can’t say I blame him. Check out Flesh Love below – plus you can pick up prints HERE and the book HERE.
Text & Photos: Adam Murray
Many smokes and vapors filled the Complex throughout this night: fog, incense, smudge, weed, and a few of the human variety of course. To say it was atmospheric in there would be an understatement!
Actuary brought the noise, turning the knobs and twisting the waves. A friend labeled them Arena Noise since they actually go to practice and hone their sets and whatnot, bringing listeners deliberately composed noisescapes of otherworldly tones and warbles.
Murk Rider, self-labeled stoner black metal from San Luis Obispo, gave it 400%. The sound was primarily black – blasts and tremolo – with some nice stoney interludes to break up the bleakness. It was very impressive, but with song lengths often running well past the 12 minute mark, they probably could’ve dropped one from the setlist.