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It’s one of chaos: there’s prattle over terminology in the insular world of ‘outsider music,’ &
I can’t help but be amused. Y’see, the English language has these things called “labels,”
& the reaction people have to them reinforces the power of nomenclature. Give it a try sometime:
arrange a few consonants & vowels, toss ‘em around, see what kind of response you get. Fetch, baby…It’s Fetch.
But what if the words aren’t words but rather occult symbols/symbology? I’ve often wanted to speak in
hieroglyphics—with cartoon captions, for added effect—but I just can’t seem to get
band names like †‡† & \\\^◊^/// to dance their way off my tongue.
They’re part of a scene that—as with any ‘scene’—seems to have as many detractors as
devotees, which I think is a good thing. On one manicured claw, there’s the trappings of
being pigeon-holed; on the other, opportunities that might present themselves through
being Guilty By Association. Rather than tl;dr the obvious, how about I introduce
the genres? Sub-genres? (Again: an argument I opt to file under None Of My Business)
of
Witch House † Ghost Drone † Zombie Rave † Drag
With origins as questionable as to what extent they’ll have an effect, they’re like
strands of the same virus—or a dark & murky exploration
into a game of Choose Your Own Adventure.
Whatever the case, I’m backin’ the brilliant post “Enthralled By Thee Witch” by My Pal The Crook
(creative director,co-owner & founder of the streetwear line Мишка NYC), who describes this mysterious burgeoning mileu as
“Goth music for a new generation & a new millennium, fully embracing all the things
that drew kids into the genre through the 70s and 80s—the secrecy, the occultism, the suspense,
the danger, & the moodiness—but minus all the things that turned people off from it in the 90s:
the neon dreads,the vinyl pants, the fangs, & the platform industrial boots.”
Fucking dead-on, that! Brings to mind a relevant aside from Hex Files: Resurrection to which
I’m hereby formally applying an asterisk… I’ve got a choke-hold on A.D.H.D. at the moment,
& want to turn you on to the prolific nightmare collective that MPTC’s blogature
high—or, rather: LOW—lights, & whose death drones & surreal liquid dreamscapes
have been dominating my laptop as of late.
A toxic gumbo of the terrifying and terribly terrific, MATER SUSPIRIA VISION is a brilliant composite:
The music they craft induces ripples of gooseflesh; the visual accompaniment renders a viewer spellbound.
ℑ⊇≥◊≤⊆ℜ —another challenge in the dept of pronunciation—of MSV creates maddeningly
ultra-limited-edition sets (the first of which was capped at a hundred downloads; the next, at 200;
the third, bumped to 300…a supply nowhere near ample, nonetheless).
The Special Edition that’s linked above, however, has an
✶ OPEN-ENDED DOWNLOAD POLICY ✶
( Translation: You want it? Then G E T . S O M E ! )