unholy rhythms
May 2011
6 posts
♫ Weyes Blood and The Dark Juices
Your sweet, soft footsteps signaled destruction. As you stood before us, your mere presence was enough to cause chaos. In all your discernible beauty, you stood soaking in the bedlam you were solely responsible for. Angered by your apparent defiance, they quietly hoped for your demise. Violent, vicious visitor, your shining black eyes would dance in amusement as the metal turned crimson red. Satiated by slaughter - that grisly gratification - you would cackle and clap. When night fell, during the glorious witching hour, you transformed into a violent tiger. Your carnage fueled routine - a bloodletting blitzkrieg - you would stalk your prey with the utmost murderous intent. Their loose tongues would start to wag, staining your name with a savagery my heart refused to believe. That fateful, life changing night, I was unable contain my curiosity no longer. Covered in blood, you bared your canines at me - snarling and growling in an unforgettable, harrowing warning - I caught hold of the beast’s gaze. Shaking. Unaware.
♫ Weyes Blood and The Dark Juices - vexing, haunting chanteuse croons through dark and murky gothic folk tracks. Like a shadow slowly creeping or an apparition languidly taking possession of your being - it is mesmerizing, and hypnotic. Spine-tingling.
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♪ File under: lo-fi, minimal, my soul
Apocalypse Related Injury
Mystic Bummer
Serpentine, slithering hands map out the terrain of my flesh. Uncertain of the outcome, I close my eyes in anticipation of being awoken from a dream. I could hear the sounds of destruction, the chaotic chorus, singing out all around me. You, in your ferocious glory, howled wildly - your lungs shaking from your savage, murderous intent. You became enraged, breathing a figurative fire, tearing at your own flesh in order to create sanctuary for us. We couldn’t save our comrades, those that called our names in vain, those that shared our fond memories - forgotten, faded. It was soon ending - dragging, defiant deadline. Malicious melodist, song of savagery - bestial brute.
Mystic Bummer composes blippy, apocalyptic jams for the chaotic set which pulsates and pounds triumphantly like a final boss fight song. Signalling the end of trials and malignant forces. LEVEL UP!
♫ Bonus: Mystic Bummer - Squares Are For Sucks
♪ File under: electronic, glitch dance, apocalyptic
Faaaade
Running In The Fog
Exhausted and intoxicated on confusion, I lost myself in the faceless crowd. Realizing that I no longer could claim ownership to your heart, I felt relieved yet pained. As the anger began to build, I resisted breaking down. Succumbing was too simple, too predictable, too perfect. If I were to accept defeat, I would no longer remain untouched. My heart, which once beat a soft and steady rhythm, began to shake. A strange, strong, boisterous palpitation caused great alarm. Gripping my chest, I retired to an isolated hideout - a reluctant refuge. My innards, shaking and swirling, began to pulsate - signalling vulnerability. Blindness, alluring darkness - sacchariferous silence.
Clandestine, lo-fi, smooth jams from San Francisco’s Running In The Fog. Humble and ethereal, warm and a tad unassuming, “Faaaade” is a space-time, other worldly tune accented by extraterrestrial reverberant touches. A coy, cherished chanteuse cooing ritualistically - habitually. Sublime.
♫ File under: lo-fi, space goth pop coast to coast, sigh
♫ Fancy Mike
We would run, hand in hand, giggling in giddy abandon. As the earth crackled beneath our feet, our speed would only increase. Our lack of inhibition was the fuel to our adventures. Away from the eyes of our parents, our peers, and all people, we would meet in secret only to reaffirm our adoration of one another. Playful teasing, light nudges, knowing glances that soon turned into full blown smiles - covering and swallowing our faces. Our hands would grip tightly as we would stare at what was below us. Every day, little by little, we would work up the courage to inch closer towards that ledge. Toes digging in dirt, we would inch further and further over the set boundary. Given our bravery, our declaration, we would determine to spend the rest of eternity with one another. Tangled. Intertwined. Endless youth forever clasped in the throws of the other’s warmth and acceptance.
Fancy Mike’s follow up, “Sigma Chi Primavera”, is a kaleidoscopic, intergalactic beat buffet that will you send you reeling. Sparkling samples, meet with harmonious, percolating, and often, flickering instrumentation. From super blipped out tracks to the twinkling, undulating synths, it will satiate your craving for melodious, lush beats.
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♫ Fancy Mike - Adult Swim feat. Stephen Farris
♫ Fancy Mike - Goblin feat. Constrobuz
♪ File under: electronic, 1-2 oh my god!