Clint Catalyst

Deep bass
and
digital runes

:: A Spell Has Been Cast ::

and

It’s one of chaos: there’s prattle over terminology in the insular world of ‘outsider music,’ and I can’t help but be amused.  Y’see, the English language has these things called “labels,” and the reaction people have to them reinforces the power of nomenclature.  Give it a try sometime: arrange a few consonants and 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 and 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 and founder of the streetwear line Мишка NYC ], who describes this mysterious burgeoning mileu as “Goth music for a new generation and 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, and the moodiness — but minus all the things that turned people off from it in the 90s: the neon dreads, the vinyl pants, the fangs, and 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, and want to turn you on to the prolific nightmare collective that MPTC’s blogature high—or, rather: LOW—lights, and whose death drones and surreal liquid dreamscapes have been dominating my laptop as of late.

:: MATER SUSPIRIA VISION ::

The Trip Garden of El Diablo from Mater Suspiria Vision
:: complete with cornea-melting accompaniment by Cosmotropia de Xam ::

†

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.

Insofar as ‘Zombie Rave,’

Consider this a formal initiation:

Zombie Rave Mix-Tape: Special Edition

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 ! ]

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