Showing posts with label Satan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Satan. Show all posts
Monday, April 28, 2014
The band name "Buckshot Facelift" explained
Taken from a statement on the Buckshot Facelift facebook page:
"We get asked about our name sometimes and how it reflects our views on suicide and violence in general.
The name "Buckshot Facelift" comes from the juxtaposition of glamour and violence in our society. We reject the money and sex driven fashion infatuation that has infected our culture and even our music scene (mass produced Luciferian pop music sounding vaguely like Metal, Hardcore or HipHop but with no integrity or stance on anything).
Glamorous Hollywood excess and casual portrayals of violence - Both are driving profits through the roof for old perverts in suits somewhere while they destroy our perceptions of humanity and reality."
Sunday, April 27, 2014
"What's he saying?"
Here are the complete lyrics to the Artificial Brain album "Labyrinth Constellation", including the correct version of "Brain Transplant", of which a few lines were accidentally left out in the cd booklet.
All lyrics by William Smith.
“Brain Transplant"
(In memory of Joe Ptacek. R.I.P. 1972 – 2010)
Cells scattered in electronic ghosts of pulse
Dreams of futile flesh…
(Chorus:
Hindsight’s remembrance of members and bowels
Heroes of hopes broken, throw in the towel…)
Wisdom and crafts of the pioneers – never lose them in these cold years
(Repeat chorus)
Broken, dreamless in frozen worship
Into the necrosphere, beyond the world of waking men
Where horror and moral terror are your friends
“Absorbing Black Ignition”
Gemini – twin of two extremes
Symmetry – polarized at the seam
The side of dirt – an animal ignited
The side of the vacuum – existing in psychic
“Flesh is just mud, until tempered with fire
Heaving balance, a dimension of fibers”
Summoning energy, twins of darkness and light
Grey equation, charged with blackness beyond nights
“Soil, water, light – temples of the flesh which channel seas of urge.”
Gemini – twin of two extremes
Symmetry – polarized at the seam
“Flesh is just mud, until tempered with fire
Heaving balance, a dimension of fibers”
“Wired Opposites”
(Chorus:
Antique satellite solitude
Cyborg sentient molecules
After it purges its bowels into the night sky
It’s free of light, free of programmed cognizance
Free from wired opposites, free to implode on itself into afterlife
Unchained from spite…)
The flea that sucks at the udder, chittering through centuries…
The gravity that drains all gutters, the chattering laughter of silent space…
(Repeat chorus)
The swirling gaseous halo, leaving embers of entire systems…
The rat that ate its own tail until it became God…
(As I’m blinking, witness visions, witness suns
Witness the words of planets with tongues) (repeat)
Into blackness, into nothing
Limitless potential…
Abysmal night sky!
Gorged on the ghosts of dead stars!
Scarred by rotting light – one day, when days are no more, you’ll be pure…
“ Worm Harvester”
Punctured - by a thousand probing pinheads
Blanketed - by fleshbeds of syringes
Paralyzed - in muffled writhing
Suffocating - frozen in shock
Catatonic coma – a warm, worm harvester
Lucid larvae share in the emptiness of your dreams…
(Infected with billions of eggs…)
Feel them grow and twitch – incubated cyst
Bubbling blisters leak – “I thought I heard one speak…”
Swarmed from head to toe – milky overflow
Pockmarked human husk – a bitter, bleachy musk
Just before you finally fade away into the relief of death
Feel them hatch and squirm
Healthy, strong - you've kept them warm...
(Digging from underneath the skin
Translucent teeth resemble tiny fins
Shredding all that’s left from within
“Incubation of a million pins.”)
“Frozen Planets”
Frozen planets, whose trees no longer sway
Stark, motionless concrete chill where winds have died and all is still
Echoes of the ghosts of life, like the gusts of a leaf taunting gravity -
In its descent from naked, outstretched bark genitalia.
In awkward angles against the slate blue skies -
The blue of haunted warehoused machines,
who long for lives that they wouldn’t know what to do with…
“No sunsets here
Just rotations of different distant moons and skewed melting of lights hue.
Burned out stars, like butted cigars.
Pieces of shattered homes, oceans misled into suns.”
Divisive sciences come and go – lost signals in sullen grey glow
(Your empty words.)
“Bastard Planet”
Son, Son of sun
Sum, sum of light
Something across skies at night
(Zombie god with no will but to create.)
Preserved, burning bright – to save us at the end of time?
Or to guide us and enslave our mind?
Insignificant savior to the blind
Enliched organic altar
“Arise to save your swine.
A man is possessed by god how a dam is possessed by logs.”
Surging swell of light like an explosion
The essence of night controls the erosion of undigested diatribes
(Zombie god with no will but to create.)
“Labyrinth Constellation”
Solitude – truth in absence
A million light-years away…
(chorus:
A barren abyss – broken
In pieces, flaking frozen)
Stewing, swirling, slow motion labyrinth constellation
I alone speak with the wobbling sun
It cries to me as it licks stars clean
(Repeat chorus)
“But even though my fire has grown cold, its embers burn…
…My embers have the patience of piranhas.
In my renaissance, my tongues will be trees.
I will vomit thunder through teeth made of mountains.
All lyrics by William Smith.
“Brain Transplant"
(In memory of Joe Ptacek. R.I.P. 1972 – 2010)
Cells scattered in electronic ghosts of pulse
Dreams of futile flesh…
(Chorus:
Hindsight’s remembrance of members and bowels
Heroes of hopes broken, throw in the towel…)
Wisdom and crafts of the pioneers – never lose them in these cold years
(Repeat chorus)
Broken, dreamless in frozen worship
Into the necrosphere, beyond the world of waking men
Where horror and moral terror are your friends
“Absorbing Black Ignition”
Gemini – twin of two extremes
Symmetry – polarized at the seam
The side of dirt – an animal ignited
The side of the vacuum – existing in psychic
“Flesh is just mud, until tempered with fire
Heaving balance, a dimension of fibers”
Summoning energy, twins of darkness and light
Grey equation, charged with blackness beyond nights
“Soil, water, light – temples of the flesh which channel seas of urge.”
Gemini – twin of two extremes
Symmetry – polarized at the seam
“Flesh is just mud, until tempered with fire
Heaving balance, a dimension of fibers”
“Wired Opposites”
(Chorus:
Antique satellite solitude
Cyborg sentient molecules
After it purges its bowels into the night sky
It’s free of light, free of programmed cognizance
Free from wired opposites, free to implode on itself into afterlife
Unchained from spite…)
The flea that sucks at the udder, chittering through centuries…
The gravity that drains all gutters, the chattering laughter of silent space…
(Repeat chorus)
The swirling gaseous halo, leaving embers of entire systems…
The rat that ate its own tail until it became God…
(As I’m blinking, witness visions, witness suns
Witness the words of planets with tongues) (repeat)
Into blackness, into nothing
Limitless potential…
Abysmal night sky!
Gorged on the ghosts of dead stars!
Scarred by rotting light – one day, when days are no more, you’ll be pure…
“ Worm Harvester”
Punctured - by a thousand probing pinheads
Blanketed - by fleshbeds of syringes
Paralyzed - in muffled writhing
Suffocating - frozen in shock
Catatonic coma – a warm, worm harvester
Lucid larvae share in the emptiness of your dreams…
(Infected with billions of eggs…)
Feel them grow and twitch – incubated cyst
Bubbling blisters leak – “I thought I heard one speak…”
Swarmed from head to toe – milky overflow
Pockmarked human husk – a bitter, bleachy musk
Just before you finally fade away into the relief of death
Feel them hatch and squirm
Healthy, strong - you've kept them warm...
(Digging from underneath the skin
Translucent teeth resemble tiny fins
Shredding all that’s left from within
“Incubation of a million pins.”)
Frozen planets, whose trees no longer sway
Stark, motionless concrete chill where winds have died and all is still
Echoes of the ghosts of life, like the gusts of a leaf taunting gravity -
In its descent from naked, outstretched bark genitalia.
In awkward angles against the slate blue skies -
The blue of haunted warehoused machines,
who long for lives that they wouldn’t know what to do with…
“No sunsets here
Just rotations of different distant moons and skewed melting of lights hue.
Burned out stars, like butted cigars.
Pieces of shattered homes, oceans misled into suns.”
Divisive sciences come and go – lost signals in sullen grey glow
(Your empty words.)
“Bastard Planet”
Son, Son of sun
Sum, sum of light
Something across skies at night
(Zombie god with no will but to create.)
Preserved, burning bright – to save us at the end of time?
Or to guide us and enslave our mind?
Insignificant savior to the blind
Enliched organic altar
“Arise to save your swine.
A man is possessed by god how a dam is possessed by logs.”
Surging swell of light like an explosion
The essence of night controls the erosion of undigested diatribes
(Zombie god with no will but to create.)
“Labyrinth Constellation”
Solitude – truth in absence
A million light-years away…
(chorus:
A barren abyss – broken
In pieces, flaking frozen)
Stewing, swirling, slow motion labyrinth constellation
I alone speak with the wobbling sun
It cries to me as it licks stars clean
(Repeat chorus)
“But even though my fire has grown cold, its embers burn…
…My embers have the patience of piranhas.
In my renaissance, my tongues will be trees.
I will vomit thunder through teeth made of mountains.
So many tides have flushed my age away
And with it worn darkness to grey.”
“Hormones Echo”
Echoes of rage skid across linear time…
Legacy of hearts wound chills spine
Shrieking, shadowed sound silhouette
Body long gone but not silenced yet
Intense sensation of soul’s memory projected through centuries
“Doomed in repetition – a listless photograph of a dead man’s ambition
Blurry essence of eternal imprint
Not in space, but in time, distant
Reflections of every worst moment
Play out never reaching atonement”
Lives played out now cast into forgotten silence
Leaving only lingering sorrows born of violence
(Legacy of hearts wound chills spine
Shrieking, shadowed sound silhouette
Body long gone but not silenced yet
Intense sensation of soul’s memory projected through centuries…)
“Moon Funeral”
A vastly rooted world tree which absorbs knowledge from air and disperses it to the bowels
Through the clay, to the core of its anchor
“A planet which walks in a swarm of suspended moons
It burns itself upon the sun to build immunity to radiation.
It gorges itself on poisonous light and colon spasms its roots unto the sediment.”
Poisoned… to the water and soil and organs
Machinery of constellations
“Mud is the cradle of light into matter, scum and waste filtered in bladder.
Oh, Wooden Terra Satellite”
A vane planet, killing itself
Toxic anguish, globally felt
“A planet which walks in a swarm of suspended moons, it burns itself upon the sun to
Build immunity to radiation, it gorges itself on poisonous light.”
“Orbital Gait”
Tides that sweep all shores, of all vast stretches, of all bouldered beaches
To the streams and rivers of ebbed reaches
Cling to the grounded balance of gravity
Precipitated moisture locked in atmospheric lull
Planets perception becomes cataracted
As the empty fog of dreams darkens…
Contaminating seas in seconds, holocausting plants from below
Waves of festering nausea, beached whales writhe under the crows
Darkness concentrated, slick and pulsating
Floods uncharted equations, consuming stability
Once a fertile sphere, now a diseased bowel
(Chorus:
“Perpetually reflushing its own soul sepsis”
Expansive energy clouds of misted souls seep from neighboring wormholes,
Infusing dead worlds as enliched bacteria gushes forth from craterous pores.
Resurrected in eternal life.)
“Pestilence”
(Repeat chorus)
Monday, January 28, 2013
New Buckshot Facelift song streaming/download
After 3 long years we finally have a new studio song for you.... The new album will be out on limited edition 11" vinyl in a few short days - shows coming to! Go to BuckshotFacelift.blogspot.com as always for more fun!
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Speaking of Representing...
This is the first time we played Long Island in 2 years (except for the noisecore set with no guitar at Mikey's house in October). Bottom line, we're fuckin' back and ready. Me and Big Sal are doing pushups for this show. Grown thangs.
"When I call you "boi boi", know I meant it - that's what you can tell your' wife" - "Boi Boi". Buckshot Facelift, from upcoming new album.
Labels:
adam rotella,
Blastbeats,
bros,
Buckshot Facelift,
Christmas,
Copremesis,
Dan Olivencia,
Death metal,
drugs,
Goregrind,
Grindcore,
guttural vocals,
Hip Hop,
Long Island,
Metal Culture,
Paulo,
Satan,
Show
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Holy shit.
Wow. At about 3:30, I just gave up and wet myself. Behemoth wins at Metal videos. Seriously, watch this.
Friday, November 9, 2012
Buckshot Facelift News
"Buckshot Facelift salutes the brave Firefighters, EMS, Police and
humanitarian workers fighting to help our home in the wake of these
events and the their aftermath. We would also like to acknowledge the
I.B.E.W. workers from all parts of the United States who are doing
dangerous work here to regain our electric services."
-Taken from our most recent blog update.
I know I joke around a lot and placed emphasis on Halloween and dead trees, but I just wanted to share a little reality as well.
Lots of new Buckshot Facelift news, check out our new preview song, "Touch the Monolith" featuring El Diablo Mike, and check out our campaign to finance the new album through supporters like you on Indiegogo.com for special merchandise and deals on the album.
Buckshot Facelift Official Blog
-Taken from our most recent blog update.
Lots of new Buckshot Facelift news, check out our new preview song, "Touch the Monolith" featuring El Diablo Mike, and check out our campaign to finance the new album through supporters like you on Indiegogo.com for special merchandise and deals on the album.
Buckshot Facelift Official Blog
Labels:
Black metal,
Blastbeats,
bros,
Buckshot Facelift,
Death metal,
Goregrind,
Grindcore,
guttural vocals,
Paulo,
R and B,
Ra,
Satan,
Sunglasses,
technical,
Thanks,
the pope,
Ultimate Warrior,
Winter,
work
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Milhouse R.I.P. (Long Island Hardcore)
Milhouse was just one of the many frantic, shrieky DIY bands of the hardcore renaissance that took place here on Long Island in the mid to late nineties. They were the guys selling silk screened patches and 7"s while playing local church basements and VFW halls. Though many oldschool scene veterans around here may share contrasting personal opinions about the members of the band and the legacy they left, I prefer to let the music speak for itself and reminisce over their shadowy pseudo satanic angle and aesthetics of youthful Long Island angst. In many ways I see Milhouse as an unrefined precursor to the screamo and noise rock that would rise to popularity in the years following their demise. Unless I'm going crazy, it is also very easy to draw alot of parallels to primitive european black metal in Milhouse's bleached out sandpaper vocals and dissonant, hollow chords. Regardless, they are one of my all time favorite bands and certainly a big influence on what I contribute to Buckshot Facelift. Enjoy.
Monday, September 3, 2012
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Deicide Claymation? WTF?
Am I the only person who didn't know about this? I still respect the shit out of Deicide. This is hilarious, the song's great and least they didn't record "Radikult". Deicide made a cartoon of themselves and Morbid Angel became a real life cartoon.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Happy Record Store Day, Bitch
-Motley Crue - Shout at the Devil
-Tony Bennetts Greatest hits (elusive vinyl rendition of "My Favorite Things" accomplished)
-EPMD - You Gots To Chill "Giant 12" Single" (Shout to Brentwood)
-Yes - The Yes Album (Bill Bruford)
-Wasp - Wild Child 12" single w/ cover of "Mississippi Queen" as B side
-King Crimson - Islands
-UTFO - Skeezer Pleezer
Gary Burton / Chick Corea - Crystal Silence (Recorded in Oslo, 1972. KVLT)
The Record Reserve - 126B Laurel Hollow rd. in Northport, NY.
-It is notable that Mercyful Fate's "Melissa" was playing the whole time we were there.
-Adam got Phobia's "Grind your fucking head in" on 12" vinyl along with some Unholy Grave split 7"s. His cousin got a Hank Williams record. Fucking true.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
Still alive for now
Sorry for the hush in fresh squid but I've been very busy working overtime and practicing different disciplines of Death Metal. Every day I listen to this song on vinyl to test whether or not I still have a soul. So far Satan still hasn't scarfed the last little scraps because this piece of music moves me every time I hear it. Some of you may recognize it as the main sample in the MF Doom song "Friends".
We definitely listened to this in the Artificial Brain rehearsal space once.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Gotcha
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| Ryan, ex-Dimentianon drummer. Nice shirt, champ. |
Here's what they've been up to lately, a recently released album entitled "Collapse the Void", featuring Pete Christopher (Arti Brain drummer Winter season 2010), returned bassist Maureen (originally of the "golden age" lineup from back in the 90s), and famed Hungarian Death Metal guitar virtuoso, "Salty" Z. Unfortunately I was unable to fulfill a guest vocal appearance on the new album for various reasons, which is regretful. This may be the most well produced, well written and dynamic Dimentianon release ever. All hype aside, this is an excellent sounding album and is a true testament to perseverance in the underground metal scene.
And for those who want to reminisce, here's a link to the "Silver age" lineup interview:
Minacious Webzine
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
The original Black Metal "Cradle"...
0:28 - Underground tape trading
1:06 - Is that an upside down cross?
2:27 - Billy clearly reveals a huge upside down cross on his chest and points to it
2:46 - 2:56 - Billy simulates strangling a woman who looks like Marilyn Monroe and throws her away
3:26 - Billy gets so horny he invents Black Metal vocals
4:17 - haunted stereo
The dorky guy lives in the city but is locked away in his apartment with no adventure. He is afraid to leave the house because he is fearful of his own primal nature and sexuality. The woman in red is Satan come to set him free through lust and music. At the end of the video it is she who is thankful. This is because Satan is the primal nature and sexuality of man, and the dorky guy has allowed her to survive. This is why he gladly affirms her presence and passes her on to the younger man at the end.
Happy New Year, Naganooch...
1:06 - Is that an upside down cross?
2:27 - Billy clearly reveals a huge upside down cross on his chest and points to it
2:46 - 2:56 - Billy simulates strangling a woman who looks like Marilyn Monroe and throws her away
3:26 - Billy gets so horny he invents Black Metal vocals
4:17 - haunted stereo
The dorky guy lives in the city but is locked away in his apartment with no adventure. He is afraid to leave the house because he is fearful of his own primal nature and sexuality. The woman in red is Satan come to set him free through lust and music. At the end of the video it is she who is thankful. This is because Satan is the primal nature and sexuality of man, and the dorky guy has allowed her to survive. This is why he gladly affirms her presence and passes her on to the younger man at the end.
Happy New Year, Naganooch...
Saturday, December 31, 2011
The Good Old Days
When Metal was still dangerous and scary to christians. OK, I was 8 years old when this was filmed, but it still seems cooler than now.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Happy Satanic Ice Ritual
Best present ever: not being born in Siberia, where a large population of young people end up doing a drug that makes crack or meth look like a trip to Disney World. It is to heroin what bathtub moonshine is to Zima. It's called Krokodil (because users skin turns green and scaly like a crocodile) and it makes your flesh rot away. Let's hope this catches on with heroin obsessed American Black Metal bands.Warning: extremely goregrind and dark. Peep it:
In other sad news, the Vatican condemned attacks on churches during christmas services by Islamist extremists in Nigeria today. I guess the pope is still on the fence about the whole child molesting thing, but at least he has his mind made up when you start killing people who are his main source of revenue. Not to make light of this tragedy, but this officially means black people are better at Black Metal than white people - all results/ no music.
Best Smith family Christmas day dinner quote:
"The best Black Metal band in the world today is this band, ""Revenge", from Canada".
- Adam Rotella
You be the judge...
Merry reverse hymen christ burst to all and to all a good night.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
New Buckshot Facelift Homebase
Still working on it, I want to put all of our releases up there for free download and pictures of the new/old shirts...
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Free Irish Death Metal?
Why not? Over the years I've heard of Irish bands here and there, but I never pictured there being much of a scene in Ireland for Death Metal. Zealot Cult prove me wrong with a well produced 5 song demo, available for free download (see link at bottom), that reflects a healthy love of evil leads with roots in the underground and zero aspirations for the mall. This is top notch modern Death Metal with a strong tendency towards Florida a la Morbid Angel, Hate Eternal and Deicide. I would say Zealot Cult reflects these types of bands not only stylistically, but also in attention to songwriting, tightness and the professionalism of the finished product. Raging, dark and flashy without overdoing it, Zealot Cult will make you proud to be Death Metal on St. Patricks day or any other day of the year.
Zealot Cult
And just in case you didn't know about Irish Death Metal, go to MetalIreland.com and they'll set you straight like they did me.
Zealot Cult
And just in case you didn't know about Irish Death Metal, go to MetalIreland.com and they'll set you straight like they did me.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Shots Fired / Free Finnish Death Metal
I was just chillin outside, doing some totally pagan yard work, when all of a sudden the police helicopter swept my neighborhood up and down for nearly 40 minutes. Unfortunately, my camera is temporarily out of order and I couldn't capture images of the ghetto bird over my house, but this link will provide the explanation - a special Thanksgiving triple shooting 5 blocks from where I live - also right in back of the local Catholic Church. Newsday already has the scoop, with a shot of Suffolk County's finest taping off the block...Triple shooting in Huntington Station
Last night I saw the Huntington Holiday parade in town. It was the first time I saw the Guardian Angels walk the streets of Huntington....
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Anyway, while I'm here, might as well hype some Finnish Death Metal... Because I'm totally necro, I'm marking the chaos by having a drink to Refusal's "Short on Ammo" demo, which I downloaded for free. You can to - they have all of their releases available on their website here :
Refusal (Finland)
In a nutshell, Refusal is raw and forceful. Somewhere between Extreme Noise Terror and Deranged with very little regard for subtlety - just like the Suffolk County Police. These guys would fit perfectly on one of those old Earache Records Grindcrusher compilations. A raging reality check in a world of harsh truths.
See? I don't give a fuck, I'll use anything as an excuse to hook you up with free death metal.
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