Wednesday, 29 September 2010

Paul Messis - "Time Will Tell"

New video by my mate Paul Messis

Tuesday, 28 September 2010

Psychorama Festival - Helsinki

The Psychorama Festival 2010 was held in Helsinki Tram Museum in Finland. This video features interviews with The Polecats and The Arkhams from Brooklyn.

Monday, 27 September 2010

Sacrifice to Odin

Here are some clips from films depicting pagan ceremonies in the name of Odin.

The White Viking

When The Raven Flies

Thursday, 23 September 2010

Sacred Sex

VBS have made this interesting video about a Western woman who investigates Hindu customs in India and girls who are dedicated to the goddess Yellamma through sex.

Many are repulsed in the West by the poverty and inequality they see in India. But to challenge the ancient wisdom of the Hindu caste system and their enlightened attitude toward gender and sex with the simplistic Western ideologies of socialism and consumer capitalism is an unforgivable act of impertinence.

Homogenisation of global cultures is an evil side effect, or perhaps the true purpose of global humanitarianism.

Gatekeeper - "Optimus Maximus"

Tuesday, 21 September 2010

Burzum - Der Tod Wuotans

Skillet Lickers -Hawkins Rag

1934 bare foot hillbilly

Monday, 13 September 2010

Jung on Wotan

A selection of quotations from psychologist Carl Jung, on the subject of the Germanic God Wotan.

"On (...) a still night when i was alone in Bollingen I awoke to the sound of soft footsteps going around the Tower. Distant music sounded, coming closer and closer, and then i heard voices laughing and talking.(...) I became wide awake and went to the window. I opened the shutters - all was still. There was no one in sight, nothing to be heard - no wind - nothing - nothing at all.

Never again did i experience or dream anything similar, and I cannot recall ever having heard a parallel to it. It was only much later that I found an explanation.. This was when I came across the 17th century Lucerne chronicle by Rennward Cysat. He tells the following story: On a high pasture of Mount Pilatus, which is particularly notorious for apparitions - it is said that Wotan to this day practises his magic arts there - Cysat, while climbing the mountain, was disturbed one night by a procession of men who poured past his hut on both sides, playing music and singing - precisely what i had experienced at the Tower.

The next morning Cysat asked the herdsmen with whom he had spent the night what could have been the meaning of it. The man had a ready explanation: those must be the departed folk - Salig lut, in Swiss dialect; the phrase also means blessed folk - namely, Wotan's army of departed souls."

"The Dionysian experience of Nietzsche - which might better be ascribed to the god of ecstasy, Wotan."

"The less we understand of what our fathers and forefathers sought, the less we understand ourselves, and thus we help with all our might to rob the individual of his roots and his guiding instincts, so that he becomes a particle in the mass, ruled only by what Nietzsche called the spirit of gravity."

"The night before (my Mother's) death I had a frightening dream. I was in a dense gloomy forest...Suddenly I heard a piercing whistle that seemed to resound through the whole universe. My knees shook. Then there were crashings in the underbrush, and a gigantic wolfhound with a fearful, gaping maw burst forth. At the sight of it, the blood froze in my veins. It tore past me, and I suddenly knew: the Wild Huntsman had commanded it to carry away a human soul. I awoke in deadly terror, and the next morning I recieved the news of my Mother's passing.

....It was Wotan, the god of my Alemannic forefathers, who had gathered my mother to her ancestors - negatively to the "wild horde," but positively to the "salig lut," the blessed folk. It was the Chrisitan missionaries who made Wotan into a devil. In himself he is an important god - A Mercury of Hermes, as the Romans correctly realised, a nature spirit who returned to life again in the Merlin of the Grail legend and became, as the spiritus Mercurialis, the sought after arcanum of the alchemists."

Wednesday, 8 September 2010

Review: Offset Festival 2010

80's matchbox B-line disaster - photo: Lousie Roberts

Hoards of hipsters swarm onto the central line like migratory beasts making their way to the lush green woodland of Hainault forest. Skinny jeans, feigned disinterest and black clothing are rife amongst the crowd despite the cheery availability of candy floss, booze, burritos, rides and an immense Egyptian themed inflatable slide.

Offset is clearly distinguishable from the multitude of British Summer festivals for its comparatively relaxed atmosphere and absence of adolescent japery such as the distribution of free hugs. This year’s six stages are managed by London’s most reputable underground promoters, from Soho’s White Heat to ECC as well as a hardcore stage and the main stage.


Bo Ningen, front man Taigen Kawabe invades minds on the ECC stage with his electronic noise solo project early in the afternoon. Those who are not yet intoxicated, now feel as though they are.

Colours pull a reasonable crowd to the Offset presents tent, sticking to the safer end of the lo-fi spectrum, followed later by the more challenging pop duo Peepholes.

Bo Ningen electrify the main stage, their hanging black hair and garments enhancing the spectacle of their frenetic funky, thrash noise rock. Singer, Taigen conducts the audience with erratic flicks of his wrist and arms, as though summoning some demon of his own creation.

Graffiti Island, sound like if The Cramps had a snotty little brother. Recently reformed with the addition of Andy from Teen Sheiks on guitar and sounding as punchy and humorous as ever with lyrics of primitive rituals reverberating over bass driven punk ‘n’ roll.

Male Bonding hit the vast main stage and its hard to fill for these kind of scuzzy lo-fi fast punks. They thrash out fuzzy melodies regardless as night falls on the warm September evening.

Liquid Liquid are one of the last bands of the Evening. The legendary disco punk legends defy their origins and confess that London is better than New York.


photo: Andrew Kendall

Monotonix - These Israeli meat heads whip the crowd into a frenzy, pulling out all the stops in the name of absurd theatre. The long haired ape of a singer climbs on top of the sound tent as well as the audience while throwing drums around and blathering an unintelligible but clearly disrespectful rant against the Queen and Paul Weller. Despite these efforts, their music justly suits their name.

Bitches - This drunken couple stick to a simple formula;- bass, drums, booze, rock. Their old fashioned Black Flag style punk goes down a treat.

Teeth of The Sea - Epic symphonies hypnotize the awe struck audience, who remain transfixed while the band.average about three songs in half an hour.

John and Jehn - French kids wearing sunglasses in the day time. A brand of innocent indie pop candy that is soft enough not to aggravate a hangover, but not so sweet as to cause rotting of the teeth.

These New Puritans - The prodigal sons of East London return with a new rap influence on their industrial strength post punk.

The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster - Another blast from the recent past, Matchbox unleash ominous, horror tinged rock and roll as singer, Guy, switches alternately between a low warbling to unhinged screaming.

Blurt - Bald headed, post-punk poet, Ted Milton, strangles his sax and spits verse over discordant post-punk jams. This legendary outfit let loose a captivating set to finish the festival. A steady rhythm serves as the body from which spontaneous growths of mutant melody erupt on each song. Inspired.
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Tuesday, 7 September 2010

How we wrecked the ocean

Depressing but true. How marine eco-systems have been destroyed.

Jeremy Jackson: How we wrecked the ocean | Video on

Hell's Angels - England

This old BBC documentary follows a group of rowdy bikers on a trip to Aylesbury. They are some fascinating and endearingly pathetic types, mentally ill acid casualties who live for the road. The condescending tone of the old fashioned BBC narrator adds a touch of hilarity to the affair. They don't make them like this anymore!

Monday, 6 September 2010

Remarkable Jpegs 6

I look like Varg?