Cadáveres podridos, reseña de una idea musical a su gestación como grupo

La evolución de la música, de su concepto, de un momento estático, los sentimientos que anclan la vida con la imaginación, un universo lleno de galaxias.

Con sus ritmos góticos, de ciudades descuidadas, donde el polvo se le pegan a los fantasmas y estos viven, de la nada, donde su intensidad encamina consigo la movida atraída por la batería, que regresa luego de su querella, trayéndose a galope los bajos de una guardia, no militar, militante de la paz, una paz agresiva y reaccionaria, no violenta, pero llena de energía, movimiento y sabiduría. El saber que vivimos de la nada, admirando el infinito, creando el motivo de nuestras vidas, hacia lo desconocido, alternamente dentro de cada cuerpo, existente. La conciencia.

Sacado de la pagina donde sale el video:

Sesión grabada en vivo en las salas de EQStudio Bogotá D.C., Colombia • Guitarra eléctrica y voz - Juan Pablo Núñez • Guitarra eléctrica - David Inciarte • Bajo - Martín Fuenmayor • Teclados - Alejandro Viloria "Astor Van Reeg" • Batería - Jorge González Equipo EQ • David Inciarte – productor general y ejecutivo • Alejandro Viloria – rock, producción y mezcla • Martin Fuenmayor – técnico de grabación • Markos Mejía - ingeniero de grabación • Sergio Otero - ingeniero de grabación, dirección comercial • Laura Romero - dirección de medios, asistente de cámara, maquillaje y fotografía • Juan Pablo Nuñez – dirección, cámara, edición de video y post-producción de video Contactos EQStudio Instagram: @eqstudio Facebook: @eqstudioco Twitter: _eqstudio Email: eqstudioco@gmail.com Dirección: cra. 7a # 124 - 58 Tel: (031) 694-2456 Cel: (321) 404-6400 LETRA: VIVA NADA La sangre del hombre que siempre muere a traición. Es tragada por la tierra allá en la Sierra, allá en Shaktapa. Nadie vive, nada sigue, las mentiras...pura farsa. Las consignas que se inventan nos escupen en la cara. Viva Nada! Con este puro blabla consiguieron dominación del cerebro y la razón. Para mi no hay solución en esta mierda. Por las buenas por las malas mueren los mismos de siempre. Es la guerra cara a cara, silencio y hostigación... Viva Nada!

Testökra 2

http://testokra.bandcamp.com/

año 2017, diecisiete de Julio.

La historia de Testökra y su ruido.

La conocía detrás del bar, ruidosa y rebelde melodía.
Inventaste separarte, dejando hijos e hijas atrás,
estudiaste la zona y llegaste con lo tuyo a descubrir.

Dividiendo escenas, consumías,
fuiste llevadx a la locura,
lagrimas de ciego en las alturas,
pobres jóvenes en el frió,
seguro iban lejos,
o se iban
lejos...

Del mural,
ocupadas ilusiones arrastradas.
Cabecilla enterradx escondidx,
tragado esta vez, viejx ya no podía mas.

El baile desta boa calimbrosa,
cuerpo cercano a la muerte
que vaina con la muerte,
dice joven por ahí, diambulandole al escondite, donde estaban buscando.

quesque fueron tragados también, los que escuchaban tal vaina.

Perl Jam. Reseña del disco 'Ten'

Perl Jam. Reseña del disco 'Ten'

Músicos destinados por su aventura a conquistar las profundidades de nuestra melancolía.

Encaramados de nuestra atención saltaron al vació.
Leyendas, nuestra fuerza les dio confianza.

Y con su voz rebelde ante las tempestades de miedo y debilidad,
se enfrentaban directos en su formación.
Lideres que nos incitan continuar con sentimientos nuestra existencia en común.

Jóvenes eternos y desafiantes,
puede que perdieron la vida,
los juegos de nuestros padres y madres,
que lastiman.

Fuimos de golpe emancipados por vuestra entrega a la música como medio de liberación.

En su herramienta pensaba. Construcción de palabras. Diez. Empuja a saltar. Diez veces hacia la libertad.

Bad

Encasillados creamos escenarios donde somos lo que nos falta para ser, así cambiamos nuestra realidad, a la expectativa. El como la situación nos hace resaltar, si en nuestro elemento llegamos a estar. 

Por eso regresamos al principio de toda emoción, al aparecer del ingenio existencial de esto que nos rodea. La percepción de nuestras vidas. Michael Jackson, El Rey del Pop. Quien llegaba luego de guerras musicales a transformar el sonido, la fama y el entretenimiento. Concepto plástico en movimiento.

Actitud rebelde y popular. Alter ego siempre como arma. El artista músico de nuestra época. 

Prequor - Lost Society

Runaway trash, 

lost society,

kids on a wave

ridding, full metal

to their consumption.

source: LOST SOCIETY - Trash All Over You (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)

Ghost, Reseñas

Lideres sumandose al peligro de una derrota,
el hacerlo para morir en vano,
cuantos mas destos en formacion.

con guillotinas,
armas, cuchillos y martillos,
la milicia enfurecida.

avanza,
avanza!

ensangrentadas las manos de tierra y dolor,
enterraron a sus hijxs en la montaña,
donde bajan las tormentas de la venganza.

eran las balas ciegas,
nubes dentro de nubes,
el imperio caia.

Ghost, la orquesta de la cemilla,
esta que germina en el espacio,
del sol eterno, la luz gravedad.

Maracaibo, reseña de la calle

Suenas,
calle.

estrujando botellas, sudor, orin de dias,
la estupides de la sangre muerta fuera de ti,
dentro tambien nos destruye.

huye!
lucha!
Grita!

eres vida!

Penetrode.
Tributo a la que se nos fue en Miami, una jovencita en su juventud,
bella, picadura de mostros, en trance era luz, y se nos fue para siempre.

Xentrix, reseña del disco "Shattered existance"

Conectados unos con otros, el tiempo-espacio, la realidad de una mente organica formando pensamientos etereos, energia de nuestra existencia, la combinacion y localizacion de nuestra vida en el universo.

Por eso mismo las llamamos, creamos, vemos, dormidos en nuestro pensamiento, maquina que esconde nuestros datos preciados, la creatividad del mas alla, la posecion maestra del joven ser empujado por su peso, el mismo viejo a lo largo de la cuerda. El pasado.

Este al que nos visita mientras meditamos, resitamos su nombre y en movimientos o pena, arrodillamos nuestro ser para darle bienvenida a su especie, el condimento de la locura, el pretender ser entero cuando habra un punto central entre la muerte y el objeto, eso que sientes lentamente ir de vuestro cuerpo. 

Se acercan, una vez amoblada el alma, y te consumen sus promesas, el pacto entre la sangre docil de mover y su contenido vivo por momentos. 

'y vemos como todavia nos conectamos al tiempo'

Quienes ahora palpitan el sonido fisico de nuestras almas en pena, en un espacio expandido.

El maestro y el aprendis, donde la musica es magia.

De Inglaterra, este grupo trash-metal, donde los ritmos de las guitarras definen la agresividad y sus baterias la completan, el bajo empujando el sonido hacia el fin de nuestra percepcion, sea tacto, inensidad u oido, y la voz tenasmente montando a esta bestia y la enloquece. Enloquecen por los golpes de otros como estos, dentro de la hoya, fuera desta, vienen como llegaron, y estaran mientras seamos estos quienes esten. dentro de sus burbujas mutadas por la corrosiva realidad. quien sienta que siga. empujando espacio, dentro.

Source: 

http://www.metal-archives.com/bands/Xentrix/746

http://www.rocksins.com/2015/11/xentrix-acid-reign-live-at-the-underworld-camden-town-london-25980/

http://www.fotolog.com/poderydolor/

picture:

Penetrode, reseña de finalsas

Penetrode, del pene trade.

with some contagious reason behind their lyrics and their rifts, and it's voice as the one setting the resonance, a box asides the rhythm, trapped ina regressive chamber of aggression and empowerment through about that solution of anger hidden in your existence.

Penetrode, are those noises in your head that claim there's more to it, to find it all...

leaving no more than an obsession when silence takes over.

Penetrode, they're good.

bandcamp and ad for this, provided by OrganiCorg.

https://penetrode.bandcamp.com/

Penetrode,

from Philadelphia. 

CRUD, reseña en Maracaibo

consumidos diariamente hacia los sentidos opuestos; la tierra; en su velocidad relativa sigue a la deriva, protejida por Jupiter titan y sus cuerdas, vibraciones gravitacionales que os cubren con su luz, la gravedad corrompida, la musica.

Donde el dolor al llanto

una vez capturada

el nacimiento de la vida,

como espanto deambula.

llegando a este cuerpo como flama y potencia,

soldando tiempos

en constante movimiento.

la temperatura generada, de miami

una ciudad mustiada por la fermentada humedad dentro de las valvulas de aceite y maquina. 

parte 2

Como tanque de guerra sus carros modificaron

cuerpos sobrevivientes de las calles

con las herramientas mecanicas galopaban, 

los jinetes en sus corazas,

castillos y fortaleza,

las calaveras sonreian a su vez

la muertr;

en cada revolucion; mil; mil; a mil

aceleraban la ciudad

motor de tanque

carros mutados, admirados como angeles,

del infierno el cielo se nubla,

la lluvia, escama de religiones

cubre con su encanto la fe de condiciones

el ritual

y sus movimientos siempre raspando la houa;

a ver si no quedan mas como esta banda

C R U D

los mas duros y pesados de esta aceitosa y cruda resina de la hoya;

donde los mas duros quedan pegados hasta el final.

visita bandcamp:

CRUD miami.

SECT, reseña

SECT

España 

punk

Nutcheck, reseña fracionaria del movimiento en Miami del DIY

Intro

Heart-Shaped Box

She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak

I've been locked inside your Heart-Shaped box for a week

I was drawn into your magnet tar pit trap

I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn back

Hey

Wait

I've got a new complaint

Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Hate

Haight

I've got a new complaint

Forever in debt to your prieless advice

Hey

Wait

I've got a new complaint

Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet

Cut myself angel's hair and baby's breath

Broken hymen of your highness I'm left black

Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back

Act I

viva la revolution!

viva la revolution! -screaming feral rebels, you're there, there!

when they were just babies, little feral beings, born on the endless path we all try to avoid, from the heaviest of weight, that back had to be strong to endure all it's content, so we can have it.

the story of a monster that hides inside us. as a caution tale, were the Coco is us, beyond our limits. freedom. 

Act II

and in all that madness, 

bursted violence, broken bottles,

a singularity,
no heroes, nor peaceful endings,

but heroine, were she is dress in nothing,
to rescue me.

Act III

and hacking, hacking the universe around

when Weev has a personal vendetta,

were Aaron died for our sins, he felt them as his,

and the Hammonds are in jail,
the anarchist!

because as freedom fighters, they fought and won,

as any government will make sure rebels learn,

they are now under their supervision,

static,

dry,

forgotten,

in a rotten cell,

being hurt by the lack of freedom

while their enemies,

those companies,

those racist haters,

that military complex,

is happily getting everything they want,

as they control the law, and order around them,

no wonder why we die young

cause there is really no future for the wild,

but the conformed, molded good boys.

Act IV

becareful,

beware!

they are watching you,

the crackers of the world,

the rapist of your daughters

the murderers that never were, gonna become for you,

your overcharged temporary weakness,

and the end.

Act V

If you heart is small,

if your spirit is lost,

if your mind is docile,

then, yes!

there is no escape...

Act VI

but no!

hell NO!

we wont die without a fight!

as long as there is fire to burn our bodies

we will spark it and call the rebels back to our fight,

the fight for our rights to die young,

forever young...

Intermission

Do you remember anyone who was able to sacrifice his/her freedom for you, for us, for a cause, for something?

Do you remember the last person who died for us?

anyone who saved you from suicide?

from the pains that drown you?

well, you are lost my child, cause there is no one but yourself to fight for, and you are strong, yet if someone has to tell you that, you are probably in pain, and pain is a friend that can teach you 1 or 2 things about life, and how to get back and fight back,
to fight back that oppressor, that mother fucker, that selfish instinct. as Lisbeth did, in a movie, as to remember us that we are our dreams and ideals, represented in images, transformed into memories, made blood and bones as one becomes them, for everyone else, with no more than a body, broken and vital, standing, vibrant, on fire, as a statue, as freedom, as equality as justice, because, well, you are fighting the moment for that, and that sacrifice is love. the engine of change.

Final Act

as we all know, we had to wake up and get our shit together and find the bread we all need, and maybe in the process kill the Lords of our oppression, and liberate our fellow bodies into a realm of peace and solidarity. nothing more than a heaven, a paradise, a sanctuary, in your twisted and fascinating endless movement of numbers, in a relative space with a changing time.

Nutcheck

A grinding, pushing, liberating group that can punch you in the face if you are not paying attention to the mosh pit, serious, if you are naive and can't handle the heat, a random punch will land in your face, and while those lights go out, Natalie's screams and attitue is gonna guide you, somewhere, to rise up from that fall, and become the energy they express. freedom, rage, mortality(yes, you bleed), existence...

 you are one of them.

and they wont stop until you become them.

a revolution,

a seed,

a burst of life.

growing back into that alienated heart.

Nutcheck.

with their movement, as their shield, those kids, those passionate kids are braking Miami's mundane bottle and within each shattered piece, a weapon, you, to cut those who mess around the vulnerable, for money, for greed or stupidity. they gonna kick your ass if you are just there to mock their territory, as any tribe would do.

check them at: 

https://nutcheck.bandcamp.com/album/dirt-wave-demo

Los Zeta, reseña de nadie...y de nada

Miles de siglos atras, nadie existia, nadie, solo nadie, ese que nadie es pero todo el mundo lo quiere, cuando nadie es nadie, y lo demas es nada. nadie vive.

por lo mismo la creacion de plataformas para unirse y ver la vida con un objetivo, un proposito, una meta o la labor de quienes puedan soportar la carga de la vida, esta gestada por la union de varios factores, todos ajenos a uno mismo, pero vivos ya es nuestra responsabilidad, ha, la responsabilidad de nadie para seguir como nadie, siendo esto que eres...

y eres lo que quieras ser, bajo el gobierno de nadie, bajo la autoridad de nadie, bajo la mentira de nadie, ya que muerte, eres parte de este, de nadie, solo otros sabran quien eres, y estos tambien seran de nadie, cuando el dia les llegue...

ya de nadie, ahora lo eres todo, el peligro, el amor, la fuiria, la lagrima, la desonrra, la violencia, la tristesa, la tortura, la felicidad, el milagro, oh de ser nadie bajo la ilusion de algo, de alguien, de quienes te catalogan y transforman quien eres, o de quien te examina y ve quien eres, o de quien te entrena y sabe que ere, o de quien destruye todo lo que has hecho por darle camino a otro y asi crear algo para nadie, ese que os llama y no sabes donde ver, pues alla, arriba no hay mas nadie mas que nosotros, volando sin saber donde vamos, pero aprendiendo puesto que algunos saben que somos nadie y buscamos las fronteras de los que somos, como alguien que sabe, alguien que piensa, alguien que sueña y con sus limitaciones descubre otros metodos y empieza el camino, hacia la nada, pues, la nada lo es todo y nadie es parte de esta, el que nadie dice, nadie sabe, nadie ve, por eso vemos como nadie hace nada, al hacer...que haces?

cuando a nadie le importa si no haces mas nada que el llevarlos a todos a la promesa de nadie, esperando ver como las edificaciones del mas alla, nos cuenten como fueron los otros, similares a uno, en el mundo de nadie, donde estos dictaban la vida, o muerte, dejando al mundo transformar su energia.

energia, todavia desperdiciada, en un puntico existencialmente absurdo pensar en lo especiales que somos, y lo especial que es nuestro creador, catalogado como el salvador de esta tierra. cuando los cometas, el vacio, la luz, la tecnologia, la plataforma, el dinero, el material, el espiritu; esa herramienta natural, tanto ficta como segura, es todo parte de un todo, a su vez, de la nada...para nadie, al menos de que lo descubras, y entonces....

por que eres tan curioso?

decian los demonios al planetario, cuando de la tierra, nada pasa por casualidad, ya que nuestro territorio esta encerrado en nuestra tierra, y todo, todo, se puede cuantificar, de lo mismo predecir. hasta nadie sabe eso.

Los Zetas, una banda hipnotica, donde sus sonidos atraen las energias magulladas del alma en pena en un purgatorio existencial, este que nos da tiempo para reflexionar y regresar a nuestras querellas personales, trabajar por otros y ser lo que otros nos puedan dar, aquellos que hicieron lo mismo, ahora te piden lo mismo. 

Un trio que se multiplica cuando tocan, de una region tropica del mundo, donde luchan por mantener su espiritu en alto cuando otros, o todos, o nadie, los presionan para ver que cocinan, y que pueden traerle al mundo estas variables escondidas bajo la manta ficta del infinito, ya cuantificado, el suplicio del ser latino, bajo la mano dura de neustros pobres gobernadores, corruptos y llenos de avaricia, emprendedores de la pobreza y la riqueza de otros, los que con la cuerda nos jalan pa que trabajemos por lo que nos dan. la miseria del llenar nuestro anima de problemas, y la gloria del sacarlos cuando, de la nada, sale esta banda e inspira, expresendo, el si, estas vivo y puedes todavia, todavia hay tiempo...

pero tiempo para que?

tiempo para seguir amando, para seguir luchando, para seguir viendo al cielo y seguir buscando al dios que se nos escapo y nadie lo ve.

De Venezuela, esta banda lo da todo en la tarima, su agresividad, su dedicacion, su misterio, su condicion, demuestra lo que se busca, la cruda perfeccion de musicos haciendo algo por todos, cuando nadie reina.

http://joinzeta.bandcamp.com/album/explosi-n-del-cosmos-del-alma

Wastelands, reseña de la situacion

We would never know what we gonna feel when dead,

but sure some want it to be peaceful, out of this damaging world,

a world filled with anger and deceptions, hate and pleasure for it, imagine that...

but hold on my friend, why focus on the negativity of this world?

have u seen the remaining of or hopeful side?

the beauty of our dying forest,

the wonderfulness of our sacrifices, when it comes to fight oppression, or the machinery of dead, alone, for a better, more included and just world?

have you heard, felt, or read what this means?

to have you family murdered by corrupted officials who serve the oppressor, and in all the pain, all the sorrow, flying like a broken leaf of hope, an imagine of you, that angel who came to inspire you and give you that little motivation to continue, and recover from that devastating lost, and become what it brought you, when you most needed, that revolutionary perfection of enduring hell to reborn stronger than ever...

only because you are still alive.

in a Wastelands:

an inspiring group that creates a cathartic environment, a drug that helps everyone to release that tension created by this stressful bubble we all live, that bubble, now filled with sound, a sound that comes from each of the bands members heart, some can define their sounds as muted, nuts, anarchic, funky, whatever, but in reality, the band is more a sanctuary, where the souls come to rest their pains and extend their existence while listening to the mayhem around...

From Miami, a unique place, where those corrupted criminals from those wars come to buy most of the land, as they stole it from the working class...Miami, where the elite is paired with politicians in order to divide others from each nationality into ghettos and suburbs, like any other part in the world, easy for those police officers, if you haven't had any experience with them, pigs if you have, to maintain their oppression because, of course, the working class can't get jobs that the elite makes, such bullshit shit politicians plan...

This fucking city, amazing if you want to live in your bubble...and more, 

pressuring the raising waters you get the mafia of bubble, those who aren't gonna deal with anything civil, but with only violence and restrictions, as we can see it around each of the corners anyone is...

so then, it comes to Nunhex, another punching Miami band that screams and plays for us every blood moon, and helps to rise up those lost bones from any hiatus, a band that motivates us to destroy that whole fucking invisible wall there is...

But don't be disappointed, and be, cause, Miami is a graveyard for amazing bands, one like Testokra, an amazing amazonian one, where their screams and their combination did its work when they were together, making the noise pixels love.

more, more, more...

all of this bands share a member...expanding the forces into multiple areas...

Wastelands: 

Alex Nuñez from Nunhex

Alex Campos from Testokra

and Eric Hernandez from Wrong...

sources: 

https://wastelandsmiami.bandcamp.com

http://nunhex.bandcamp.com

http://wrongriff.bandcamp.com

Part of AMALAYA # 2

Autarx, reseña del demo

When teens rebel, there is nothing one can do but to pray to the known institutional gods, 

those gods among us, 

and the ruler of all gods, 

a human creation... 

...that creative mass we all come from; 

evolution and our use of that infinite source of pain and depression, just when things are all right. ah, madness...

so they pray for you, yes you, dependable kid, crying alone in the darkness time of your life, when bullies aren't hitting anyone anymore but everyone is, with their mean tweets and mean comments, you seem to think, 'is there anyone out there?' 'is there anyone out there?'

is it?

Cause to be touched by the night, that cold and seductive cover some feel, around our naked body, illuminated by the melancholic drunkenness of that oval reflection of your desires, that blue moon every selected time, specially around your saddest moment, transforms you, pushes you towards the unknown, to rebel against institutions, to search your truth, and to spark that engine, that phoenix of dust, into the flames of your ire, the flames of your youth, coming together, having that moment of peace, while listening, feeling, something you can control, controlling you, in those naive senses we all forget...and we come into being.

Autrax, with the most lively drum bass, its jumping bass-lane, to the pointing rifts and the melodramatic synth, all balanced by a very deep personal and majestic voice of sadness and rebellion, are calling you to raise your hand and dance around them, everywhere they are...

source: http://autarx.bandcamp.com

...and yes, there is no difference between teens and adults, cause we all are one, and we all decide, whether or not you are evil to our life or not...but then, what is is evil?

a person who is bothering you?

or a person who is besides you in the darkness of times?

Van Gogh (1991), reseña de la pelicula

All the materials and sources presented in this post are worth reading, take your time.

Van Gogh, pretty sure you know about him, if you don't, look it up.

Source: 

http://www.vangoghmuseum.nl/en/vincents-life-and-work

But why is he so important?

Source:

https://www.khanacademy.org/humanities/becoming-modern/avant-garde-france/post-impressionism

Did he discovered penicillin?

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_penicillin

http://www.nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/medicine/laureates/1945/fleming-bio.html

http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/historic_figures/fleming_alexander.shtml

Did he united those against each other?

*- mhh. tricky question, who has done it? 

But sure he was creative, and being creative motivates, in a broad sense of areas, not just in the art one.

Why?

Because, as a person, he was damaged*, which makes him interesting, as shown in his movie...

...and I choose this movie, because of the way he was portrayed; as a strained artist trying to cope with his dementia, while keeping everything disassociated from his true love... 

...not as a beloved personality, but as a devoted ass-hole with a libertine twist of anarchy.

Source : http://www.nytimes.com/movie/review?res=9E0CEFDF1439F933A05753C1A964958260

Source: http://www.theguardian.com/film/2013/nov/10/van-gogh-maurice-pialat-dvd-classic-review

This ode to Van Gogh, was Maurice Pialat daydream being Van Gogh, gracefully performed by another well-know actor and singer as Jacques Dutronc is.

So how do they do it?

Where does it come from?

Source: 

http://www.technologyreview.com/view/531911/isaac-asimov-asks-how-do-people-get-new-ideas/

Is that all, is there anything more to it?

And where does our creative thoughts come from, and what it is? 

Source:

http://hplusmagazine.com/2015/07/22/the-cognitive-neuroscience-of-creativity/

AKHLYS, reseña del disco The Dreaming I

When something infectious bites you, 

and the reaction first eats your skin, 

then it numbs it, 

when that feeling appears, 

and you still see those insects who inflicted that passage to your suffering, 

and you collapse and then you reflect judging everything you have done, 

when pain is just a stage for a later understanding of how your body releases endorphin and then hallucinations, 

that endless cycle of pounding rhythmic sensations, 

that metabolic destruction of your normality transforms your believes into a realm uncovered by that thing which has given you solitude. 

The march of ants eating you skin, 

that emotional tempest in you... 

is death coming, 

the meaning of knowing something you are not used to but you know is there, 

waiting, 

in your dreams...

Akhlys, A master of perception, a magi or a warlock, an artist, a shaman, an animist, who uses the presence of darkness to convey its desires and wants into a more complex world filled with sounds and mysteries, all created by our lack of understanding of our physical world, but infinite interpretations of our internal one, where the essence of life is hidden deep inside the void of this relative universe.

fear is like a solar system in his world,

and life, life...

what it's life if fear is a solar system?

for those who can listen to this band:

http://dmp666.bandcamp.com/album/the-dreaming-i

and more reviews where there is more about it:

http://www.nocleansinging.com/2015/03/31/an-ncs-premiere-akhlys-breath-and-levitation

http://www.terrorizer.com/news/listen-to-the-new-akhlys-album-the-dreaming-i

http://www.cvltnation.com/akhlys-the-dreaming-i-review-full-stream/

NightCrawler, reseña de la pelicula (plus bonus material)

With a corky sound, and a merry melody, nothing new has been released this days, so an old controversial video about others point of view about the terror that palged the world, is just fair, to review...
 not that any sides has more rights because today's democracy is just the democracy of individuals, and countries, that step by step, are getting together to take away our freedom for security, the well being of all 'their' people, yet, there is this idea that in the future, or even today, as something happening in the Dominican Republic, where it's government, the representation of it's people, want the Haitians out of their country, even if they have legal residence, or not, cause, you know, corruption and those in it can do whatever they want..

as poor people have really no rights at all...

so to continue the half of what I started, those new politics are coming together, and what they want is to have only rich people living in their country, where the rest will be 'sent' to another country, like that billionaire troll, whose name can not be said, unless, you want that troll to win, cause, you know, that's what he wants, he wants to be in the internet, to be hated or to create controversy and therefore win at any cost, maybe because his name is more important than what he says, or portraits to be, but back to the topic, in today's xenophobia cloud of idiots who want others to move back or out, they clearly don't see a pattern, and it's not a national one, but an economic one, as those who have the moneys already live better than those who don't, easy economic historical facts, but what it is going to happen, is not to raise a wall for those drug dealers, rapist who want to cross the border, but a wall to divide those who are sick, poor or ignorant, a material wall where only the chosen ones can live in paradise and those who don't, are gonna work for those who give them some crumbles of the already eaten pie, as the TPPA, I think, states.

Imagine that for you to have a job you gonna have to move to a 'third' world country and work those those managing the company in that 'first' world one, is that not what the TPPA wants?, to move the poor people out of their paradise, as those left behind, those who have struggled to pay the rent have no other option than to move where the jobs are, and where are the jobs? says those who have no job?

but then wars, and that factor that excels things to move towards to it's real agenda, to divide and conquer at any cost and feed the machine of hate, hate, hate, something taken from our animal condition and multiplied by the lack of education, the lack of freedom, and the lack of jobs, but, who cares, we have drugs, parties and leisure, thank god for those anarchist who were killed for our 888, thank god for those mediocre beings, we are now living the dream those in the dark ages die for, yet, in this 2002, the world is no longer ours, but for those who are laughing at our pains, when we just want a better life than what our corrupted and murderous regime want us to keep feeding it, and while we die out of starvation, out of sickness trying to cross the boarder to another of those corrupted regimes, there is this fucking troll who has all what he can have and yet insults us and call us rapist and murderous, when indirectly he is the one raping us, killing us in his already made bed, with his already surrounded souls he has channeled, those he called by giving a public speech about death and pain, inflicted on our soul.

yet, life is nothing but an individualistic piece of evidence we give our children to remember, and some make sure that a moment stays with us, for the rest of our life, and some are going to do the impossible to inflict that memories upon us, by violence or love, but love is overrated, we are moved by violence and the media loves it, it gives them money, something that would permit them stay in the first world and continue to educate the masses about violence and pain.

so this movie reflects, in a way, how an individual has taught himself to be the best he can be and climb that mountain of dirt to a babel world where money is the universal language, and violence is their medium, at least some aftereffects done by violence, and treachery in the process.

NightCrawler, a must watch movie, where the main character is kind of a broken genius in the verge of a murderous rampage that found it's way to channel all that sexual tension and pain into a more creative and sadistic expression where at the end, the fruits of his labor where noticed by others just like him, those who profit from the pain of others, just like that mother fucking troll that thinks people crossing the border are criminals and deserve to be among them.

Bonus source: https://twitter.com/rizmc

AILS, reseña del video de youtube de su primer show

De las flores de Mayo,

paria la vida el grito,

de un alma muriendo.

en pena

minaba,

de huecos su alma.

mientras en tarima,

su alma muriendo

pedia el grito, vida.

Un grupo que daba su primer pronunciaminto al mundo musical de forma punzante,

su angustia alimenta,

el lamento de otros,

que nos llenan sin saberlo.

pronunciandose el primero de Mayo.

Soulfly, reseña de la cancion "Jeffrey Dahmer"

SoulFly

Max's band, Soulfly, since the Sepultura fiasco, way before their Chaos AD revolution, between  'Beneath the remains' and 'Arise', when they were the rawest of all Trash metal bands ever, when they were young, perfecting their crafts and expanding their limits in their own created environment, when they already had done the impossible, to claim that ladder they criticized, the ladder of authority over others... in their music scene... they were, chanting the brutalities of their own perception of those imaginary demons and prophets, written in ancient times for the only purpose of giving our life a meaning, that meaning reduced to the similes of our fundamentalism about our realms, those we see today, we hear them on the news, the ideas of our demise, our point of no return, hell or heaven, depending on your believes, and Sepultura, at that time, didn't had time for the heroes or salvation, but the realities of our suffering and penitents. the knowing all sense of desolation among our achievements and survival ways to materialize someones dream.

The generalization of artist and their creation.

Back when they were the ones portraying as the voice of the ones hidden in their agonies and suffering from this mundane living of conditioned selected tools for survival, they didn't care who you were, as you were ethereally subsequent to find death anywhere you imagined to be, death was a constant, therefore your weight in your quest, and are they were fulfilling it as they were also quietly separating themselves from it. as Soulfly justified.

Now Max had the opportunity to say and be the sole purpose of you to listen to whatever he had to say, and saying and imagining the world in a different perspective, with a more mature and old voice of wisdom, not betraying his own sound filled with anger and passion, things he still believes, showing us that not only the metaphysical world is within ourselves but that world is also mutated into a more real and human possibility; when composing songs about the gruesomeness of our cannibal and exiled demons, those that wakes up in moments where the earth is sickening, when our spirit is weak, and our desires and greed are just flourishing into madness and pain.

With pleasure and curiosity of discovering the human body. Satan is always lurking for its victims, and the ones aware of it, knows its power.

The song Jeffrey Dahmer from Omen

 Jeffrey Dahmer - Lyrics

In blood his victims will crawl

Body parts all over his house

They feed the need of his cannibal mind

Bloody murders he left behind

Jeffrey Dahmer, master cannibal

Jeffrey Dahmer, master of the gruesome

Jeffrey Dahmer, master cannibal

Jeffrey Dahmer, master of the gruesome

Psychologic interviews in jail

To understand this behavior, insane

Set him free, he'll do it again

A life dedicated to pain

Jeffrey Dahmer, master cannibal

Jeffrey Dahmer, master of the gruesome

Jeffrey Dahmer, master cannibal

Jeffrey Dahmer, master of the gruesome

Stalking victims through the night

Dismember every body part

Stalking, killing in the night

Consuming every body part

Stalking victims through the night

Dismember every body part

Stalking, killing in the night

Consuming every body part

Jeffrey Dahmer, master cannibal

Jeffrey Dahmer, master of the gruesome

Jeffrey Dahmer, master cannibal

Jeffrey Dahmer, master of the gruesome

 

Crimes:

On the afternoon of May 26, 1991, Dahmer encountered a 14-year-old named Konerak Sinthasomphone on Wisconsin Avenue; he approached the youth with an offer of money to accompany him to his apartment to pose for Polaroid pictures. According to Dahmer, Sinthasomphone—the younger brother of the boy whom he had molested in 1988—was initially reluctant to the proposal, before changing his mind and accompanying Dahmer to his apartment, where the youth posed for two pictures in his underwear before being drugged into unconsciousness and fellated. On this occasion, Dahmer drilled a single hole into Sinthasomphone's skull, through which he injected muriatic acid into the frontal lobe.

Most of the victims had been rendered unconscious prior to their murder, although some had died as a result of having acid or boiling water injected into their brain. (As he had no memory of the murder of Tuomi, he was unsure whether he was unconscious when beaten to death.) He readily admitted to performing necrophilia with several of his victims' bodies, this included performing sexual acts with their viscera[163] as he dismembered their bodies in his bathtub. Having noted that much of the blood pooled inside his victims' chest after death, Dahmer would first remove the internal organs, then suspend the torso so the blood would drain into his bathtub, before dicing any organs he did not wish to retain and paring the flesh from the body. The bones he wished to dispose of would be pulverized or acidified, with Soilex and bleach solutions used to aid in the preservation of the skeletons and skulls he wished to keep. In addition, he confessed to having consumed the hearts, livers, biceps and portions of thighs of several victims killed within the previous year.

Psychological Tests in Court:

Defense experts argued that Dahmer was insane due to his necrophilic drive; his compulsion to have sexual encounters with corpses. Defense expert Dr. Fred Berlin testified that Dahmer was unable to conform his conduct at the time that he committed the crimes because he was suffering from paraphilia or, more specifically, necrophilia. Dr. Judith Becker, a professor of Psychiatry and Psychology, was the second expert witness for the defense; Becker also diagnosed Dahmer with necrophilia. The final defense expert to testify, forensic psychiatrist Dr. Carl Wahlstrom, diagnosed Dahmer with borderline personality disorder.