Marcy Sings and Ryan Swings (Between Thoughts of Murder and Suicide)

Support the Human Extermination and Decimation Project. Obey your gods. Elect your masters. Kill your neighbors, then yourself. New Digressed Mind song and music video are live NOW. Music for human filth, composed by animal excrement. FOAD. Links below. Kill your neighbors then yourself. Music Video directed by Hank The Wvrm https://youtu.be/DA4DX-JniIg Digressed Mind on … Continue reading Marcy Sings and Ryan Swings (Between Thoughts of Murder and Suicide)

“We are stone shaped by the force of its abuse;”

"Waves crash down, unrelenting, unending. We are stone shaped by the force of its abuse; colossal mountain ranges eroded to jagged shorelines; aged cliff tops, decrepit and helpless; earthen cadavers now ripe for mining to the very core of our souls. Or so we would have you think. Magic is willpower. Willpower is magic. Self-knowledge … Continue reading “We are stone shaped by the force of its abuse;”

Ah, that’s beautiful… We got a lot of little teenage blue eyed groupies who do anything we say…

Title from Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show, "The Cover of 'Rolling Stone'" I want to start a one man "band" making loud, angry, destructive heavy music. This is going to be quite a process: 1.))) Dust off my guitar and start jamming. 2.))) Dust off Stacy's old keyboard, and our Grandpa's fucking bad-ass electric organ, and … Continue reading Ah, that’s beautiful… We got a lot of little teenage blue eyed groupies who do anything we say…

There’s more than one way to pleasure the beast…

Whilst pursuing various "scholarly endeavors" today, I've been listening exclusively to Converge's entire discography -- including splits (no fucking demos, though) -- in chronological order. The experience is akin to masturbating furiously and then punching oneself in the dick just before climax, over and over again, with fluctuating intensity. And I mean that in a good … Continue reading There’s more than one way to pleasure the beast…

Of all the DOOM in all the World…

"...and you had to spin this one..." Nothing but fucking nothing helps soothe the gaping, largely self-inflicted wounds of loathing and scornful suffering like this split LP, from two of underground metal's most leaden and caustic purveyors of DOOM. Denver's PRIMITIVE MAN serve up three blistering, misanthropic tracks of seething, tumultuous rage, while St. Louis' … Continue reading Of all the DOOM in all the World…