Another great podcast talk! I had a nice conversation with the excellent guys from THE DEVIL YOU KNOW. Not surprisingly, we focused on the upcoming LaVey film: background, filming, post production etc. I had a great time talking to these infernal podcasters! Become a Patron!
With ten days left, the crowdfunder campaign for my film ANTON LAVEY – INTO THE DEVIL’S DEN reached its goal. I am utterly overwhelmed by this show of support! Thank you to everyone who has backed it so far. And if you haven’t, there’s still time at: Please feel free to spread the link as much as you like! The show must go on with the show! Anton LaVey – Into the Devil’s Den (crowdfunder trailer) from Carl Abrahamsson on Vimeo. Become a Patron!
The new album LOYALTY DOES NOT END WITH DEATH is released today via Ideal Recordings. Here’s the excellent Boomkat Product Review: “Genesis Breyer P-Orridge, controversial occultist and iconic founding member of COUM Transmissions, Throbbing Gristle and Psychic TV, brings to a close a series of collaborations with Carl Abrahamsson which now spans three decades and which finds P-Orridge narrating over immaculate ambient tapestries, delivered at time-dilating pace. Electing to use their own names, ’Loyalty Does Not End With Death’ is the final part of a spoken word trilogy initiated in 1990 with the Psychick TV & White Stains side ’At Stockholm’, and proceeded by their ‘Wordship’ [2004] album as Thee Majesty & Cotton Ferox, and is the first appearance the pair have had together on vinyl. It’s the sound of two cosmically-travelled minds crossing paths again after a long absence in which they’ve been able to chew over the bare essentials – love and magick...
Apologetic introduction: How many more tech rants does the world need? I have no idea, but I’ve never feared ridiculous redundancy, so here goes… The digital platforms fragment. Our attention spans get shorter and shorter, dictated by dopamine-driven success ”online.” Micro-movements, sedating necessities… ”I’m just going to…” ”Let me just…” Where is the dialogue? Where is our human poetry? Everyone builds a little empire. At war, at peace, in crisis, at ease… Big Brother watches (or not)… Everyone succumbs and gets conditioned / imprinted, and always on display. ”I am visible, therefore I exist.” The utter hopelessness in awaiting a few more likes; a few more acknowledgements of bot-controlled defeat and dismay. Lots of deafening, deathening noise, and barely any signal. Where are you in all of this? Unwillingly wallowing through necessary motions in order to simply exist. Technology-driven subhumans sharing platforms like the proverbial junkies’ needles. Needless to say, the...