Tuesday, 29 April 2014

The incredible soundscapes of The Gathering







Fading falling
Slow winds breaking soundscapes
And waves of velvet sweeping
Into me

You moved all that was in my world
And showed me all the new colours
In my universe where storms run

Falling, falling, falling, fall into me
I hear echoes of my speech
And I see shadows of my walk
I feel the past
I always look backwards

Fighting, floating
Tasting blood in my mouth
Ancient damp painting ruins
Feel the rising chill

I listened to the sound of your airs
We’re watching stone saints fall over
While the black crows will be taking to the sky

Falling, falling, falling, fall into me
I hear echoes of my speech
And I see shadows of my walk
I feel the past
I always look backwards

My heart is drifting through all shades of green
My head is thinking through meadows of the sea
Lonely as I am

Expanding the scene where I've never (ever) been
A promise at last to call back the past
To finish off with you - I'm finishing off with you

Sliding down




Wednesday, 23 April 2014

Her light escape into the beautiful





                                                      As imperceptibly as grief
                                                      The summer lapsed away, —
                                                      Too imperceptible, at last,
                                                      To seem like perfidy.
                                                      A quietness distilled,
                                                      As twilight long begun,
                                                      Or Nature, spending with herself
                                                      Sequestered afternoon.
                                                      The dusk drew earlier in,
                                                      The morning foreign shone, —
                                                      A courteous, yet harrowing grace,
                                                      As guest who would be gone.

                                                      And thus, without a wing,
                                                      Or service of a keel,
                                                      Our summer made her light escape
                                                      Into the beautiful


Saturday, 19 April 2014

Getting back her own legs and everything


The end of Electricity @ Wembley Arena, 12.04.2014

In a world ordered by sexual imbalance, pleasure in looking has been split between active/male and passive/female. The determining male gaze projects its phantasy on to the female figure which is styled accordingly. In their traditional exhibitionist role women are simultaneously looked at and displayed, with their appearance coded for strong visual and erotic impact so that they can be said to connote to-be-looked-at-ness. Woman displayed as sexual object is the leit-motif of erotic spectacle

Mulvey, Laura (1975) Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema, in Screen, 16.3,  p. 11

It is no secret that Charlotte Wessels is an exquisite vocalist. Any Delain track can demonstrate both her ability and her expressiveness; and such qualities were in abundance during the band's outstanding performance at Wembley Arena last week. Moreover, Charlotte is extraordinary in terms of her critical perception of the objectification of women artists by the music industry, not least of all given her background in gender studies. In other words, she is much more than meets 'the eye', that is to say the male gaze. In a recent interview with FaceCulture on the band's new album The Human Contradiction, Charlotte set the terms of reference as follows (2.50-6.05):

Army of Dolls is [...] explicitly [...] about objectification, the kind of standard that you are supposed to fit, in order [...] not even to be considered perfect or pretty, but just normal. This is nothing new, but within a normative society I think that it puts a lot of pressure [...] especially [on] girls. And this is something that was from direct personal experience [...] because of course the entertainment industry is filled with these kinds of expectations. When we were promoting We Are the Others, a song about being able to be who you are regardless of whether you kind of conform to whatever norm you feel is put upon you, [...] we did a photo-shoot, and I got the photos back and they photoshopped me half my size. And I was like, how stupid can you be to think that you can get away with a move like that, when we are working on a song which is about being ok with who you are. So, I made a big riot and I got my own legs back and everything. These are the types of things [...] it is really frustrating to see and also to hear the comments I got back then, which were really in the vein of 'if you say we cannot photoshop your body, you will get a problem with your label' [...] People think that these things happen in beauty magazines [...] but we're doing metal [...], even there it is that bad. So, Army of Dolls is dedicated to that strange norm, and dedicated to crushing it, basically.



How do you look into the mirror
When you’re too tired to fake a smile
Your misery won’t make you look thinner
Reality is bitter
It’s your hand and yours alone that has opened
The door to let their voices in
Into your head, under your skin
Fix your face or you will never fit in
 


Do you want me, do you want me
To burst your bubble now
Do you want me

I will break it, make it loud
Do you want me, do you want me
To break the paradigm
These rules were made by us
They break you up inside
 


Army of dolls stole your reflection
Army of dolls stole all your perfect imperfections
Just shut them out, don’t let them in
Into our head, do you really think
Misery tastes so much sweeter
Served with a perfect smile
 


Do you want me, do you want me
To burst your bubble now
Do you want me

I will break it, make it loud
Do you want me, do you want me
To break the paradigm
These rules were made by us
They break you up inside


Don’t you look into the mirror
Army of dolls made you so bitter
Make-up magpul follow the leader
Never have seen a face much sweeter




Monday, 14 April 2014

Police violence and neo-Nazism in Greece


A long-standing culture of impunity, entrenched racism and endemic violence, including the excessive use of force against protesters and ill-treatment of migrants and refugees, has been exposed by Amnesty International's research into policing in Greece. It follows an official investigation into links between police and Golden Dawn.

By December last year nearly 50 people, including the leader of Golden Dawn, two police officers and five MPs, were arrested and charged with offences ranging from murder and causing explosions, to blackmail. Ten police officers were found to have direct or indirect links with criminal activities attributed to Golden Dawn members.

Now Amnesty International’s report, A law unto themselves: A culture of abuse and impunity in the Greek police, exposes the many and persistent human rights violations by law enforcement officials. It details the root and branch nature of the lack of accountability and the failure to conduct prompt, thorough and impartial investigations into complaints.

“Our investigation shows that the Golden Dawn debacle is only the tip of the iceberg. Entrenched racism, excessive use of force and deep-rooted impunity are a blight on the Greek police. Successive Greek governments have so far failed to acknowledge, let alone tackle, these human rights violations by police and on-going impunity,“ said Jezerca Tigani, Europe and Central Asia Deputy Programme Director at Amnesty International.

“There is an urgent need for a comprehensive structural reform of law enforcement including the creation of an independent police complaint mechanism to investigate allegations of unlawful police conduct. The Greek authorities must restore the public confidence in Greek law enforcement structures.”

Amnesty International has been documenting the unlawful behaviour of police in Greece over many years. Its new research looks at the situation over the last two years and concludes that it remains bleak.

At the end of March 2014, police at Nigrita Prison, in northern Greece, reportedly beat to death an inmate in solitary confinement. The autopsy revealed that he was extensively beaten on the soles of his feet and his chest, and that he had burns on his hands.

In the past three years, there has been a dramatic escalation in hate attacks against refugees and migrants. Hate crimes have also been recorded against the Roma community and the LGBTI community. Law enforcement officials have reportedly failed to prevent such attacks and/or have failed to investigate the hate motive behind them.

“With their actions Greek police pander to xenophobic far-right groups who are intent on attacking anyone who does not conform to their idea of mainstream society,” said Jezerca Tigani.

“Police have been used as an indiscriminate tool by the authorities. Instead of maintaining law and order, all too often they have been tasked with stifling dissent and persecuting members of vulnerable groups. Their actions have been left without independent scrutiny and their transgressions unpunished. This has to change.”

Golden Dawn 

On 17 September 2013, Pavlos Fyssas, a musician and anti-fascist activist, was stabbed to death in Keratsini, a suburb of the capital Athens, by a member of Golden Dawn. Eyewitnesses told the national media that eight police officers belonging to the DIAS motorized police unit were already present at the scene when Pavlos Fyssas and his friends were ambushed by members of the far-right, but they did not intervene when Pavlos was chased by some of them and subsequently stabbed by Giorgos Roupakias.

On the following day, riot police dispersed demonstrators protesting against the murder of Pavlos Fyssas with batons and chemicals. Thirty one protesters sought medical treatment, many of them with head injuries. The protesters reported that they had been beaten with police batons, helmets and shields. They were pelted with stones by members of far-right groups while riot police stood by and failed to protect them. Gavril, a 32-year-old protester, lost his right eye and had undergone three operations by the end of October 2013.

The case of Pavlos Fyssas prompted a major police investigation into the activities of Golden Dawn and links with the police.

Brutal treatment of refugees and migrants 

Police in Greece are tasked with controlling migration and detaining and deporting irregular migrants. Under the ongoing sweep operation “Xenios Zeus” between April 2012 and June 2013 more than 120,000 foreign nationals were stopped for identity checks. Of those, only nearly 7,000, or about five per cent, were found without identity papers.

K, a Syrian refugee, described his ill-treatment by police at the Corinth immigration detention centre in February 2013: “ The same policeman began to kick me … I tried to stand and the policeman hit me again … then he asked two police officers to take me to a room where I could not be seen by other detainees … [In the room] the policemen started kicking my chest … then a policeman slapped me and started beating me with his fists on my face .”

Hate crimes 

In January 2013, two Greek nationals stabbed to death S. Luqman, a Pakistani national living in Greece. However, police and prosecutors did not take into account the possible racist motive of the attack. The killing of S. Luqman showed many of the elements of an organized racially motivated attack by a “hit squad” linked with Golden Dawn. Their trial is currently on-going.

In September 2013, a Greek woman was recorded on camera kicking a Roma girl playing the accordion on a pedestrian street under the Acropolis in Athens. The police opened an investigation into the incident and the alleged hate motive only after the insistence of the non-governmental organization, Greek Helsinki Monitor.


Thursday, 10 April 2014

The Cats Will Know, by Cesare Pavese





                                                             Rain will fall again
                                                             on your smooth pavement,
                                                             a light rain like
                                                             a breath or a step.
                                                             The breeze and the dawn
                                                             will flourish again
                                                             when you return,
                                                             as if beneath your step.
                                                             Between flowers and sills
                                                             the cats will know. 

                                                             There will be other days,
                                                             there will be other voices.
                                                             You will smile alone.
                                                             The cats will know.
                                                             You will hear words
                                                             old and spent and useless
                                                             like costumes left over
                                                             from yesterday’s parties. 
 
                                                             You too will make gestures.
                                                             You’ll answer with words—
                                                             face of springtime,
                                                             you too will make gestures. 

                                                             The cats will know,
                                                             face of springtime;
                                                             and the light rain
                                                             and the hyacinth dawn
                                                             that wrench the heart of him
                                                             who hopes no more for you—
                                                             they are the sad smile
                                                             you smile by yourself. 

                                                             There will be other days,
                                                             other voices and renewals.
                                                             Face of springtime,
                                                             we will suffer at daybreak.



Saturday, 5 April 2014

Remembering Kurt Cobain




At this point I have a request for our fans. If any of you in any way hate homosexuals, people of different color, or women, please do this one favor for us - leave us the fuck alone! Don't come to our shows and don't buy our records.



Intro 00.00 / School 00.50 / Drain You 3.30 / Aneurysm 7.06 / Smells Like Teen Spirit 11.30 / Been  A Son 16.18 / Lithium 18.28 / Sliver 22.35 / Spank Thru 24.35 / Scentless Apprentice 27.40 / Heart-Shaped Box 31.15 / Milk It 35.52 / Negative Creep 39.38 / Polly 42.20 / Breed 44.54 / Tourette's 48.20 / Blew 50.15