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Existence is futile

Continuation of my last post , 'The Sound of Muzak'

While listening to music makes your feet tap in rhythm , adds colours to your imagination or even better you get possessed by evil spirits and you burn a goddamn church down , there's something that you cannot really call it as music or can you?

Some songs become part of your mundane life , you know , the perfect love song , a hate song , a wake up song and getting the first job song (is there any ?).

None of the above applies when you put bunch of lunatics , retards , ex-prostitutes and rape victims in a room and make music. The idea itself sounds disturbing , isn't it? And what came out from those darkest sessions were world's most terrifying albums.

There is this general conception that people fear or avoid or detest when they don't understand something. Something similar happened to me when I turned this YouTube video called ''10 Most Evil Bands of All Time" on and some band called "Stalaggh" (known as "Gulaggh" now) came up with some weird noises playing in the background. It grabbed my attention immediately. I moved on to searching in Google and to sum it up , they are the "weirdest" band in the world , huh!
I couldn't bear them listening for two minutes. And I couldn't stop looking for some answers like who they are , what are they trying to say etcetera etcetera.

So their objective is of course horror, satanism but definitely not spreading some fucking disease in third world countries to decimate population, you know one of those video game sessions of developed countries. Oh you didn't know that , come on!

'Global Holocaust' that's what extra 'gh' means, thanks to other curious bloggers. They are anonymous musicians from Holland , most probably the conglomeration of 'luminaries' in Black Metal music.

What makes me think so much is , can this also be music bearing in mind that I am not a Black Metal fan. However I like some of the old school Black Metal stuff and not the crucification, drinking blood stuff , period. However , I wish to wear a corpse paint and send a photo to my mother someday.

I was pondering over some movies that I watched recently and that includes David Lynch's masterpiece 'Eraserhead'. The movie is one off low budget or no budget horror , bizarre stuff which became a masterpiece in experimental movies genre.
David Lynch portrayed a deformed baby (or a worm?) as a man's fear. Gross! I mean a deformed baby , not really your day to day cereal breakfast stuff.

Similarly , when I tried to listen to those screams , I realised , maybe those retards were telling the truth of our lives stuck in some electronic capsule made by some other cunning people. So , are we the retards , in reality and those voices are us? And I think maybe yes , we are them , we just don't care to listen to ourselves. Well we don't have time for that, do we? The vicious electronic capsule made by Professor Gobbledygook  made us forget , kept us all in Gulagghhhhhhh. Existence is perhaps futile!

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