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Mort Garson's sounds from the late 60s faux satanic records made with synths.
Genre:
Electronic: Experimental
Release Date:
2005
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Record Label: Festival Of Failure
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To really live is to die and be born again in Death Eternal through the process of Apollo transmogrified. Only in this sacrifice of the flesh of history can Man be born into Omnipotent Vigor. Through lust is slaked the Tiger Man who reaps the Whirlwind of History.
Take the Trip my disciple! Feel the heat oh Queen of the Amazons! Conquer the conquest oh Man-God!
Then you may witness the Corn-Fields if Isis and all of her splendors stretching off into Infinity, you her mighty Osiris giving birth unto the Eternal Image. Load your gun for this safari and take the Ultimate Thrillseek! Perspex is delivering it unto you at little cost but your own personal Totem (and a little bit of cash). Regain that totem like the time-honored Eagle of the Adriatic! Shai-nubburigath al tantor!
Take the Trip my disciple! Feel the heat oh Queen of the Amazons! Conquer the conquest oh Man-God!
Walk the Black Road. Hear the sounds of your own mind reversed! As we pull back our hoods and are transformed in the glory of Lucifuge (because we are all images of the Eternal Sailor) we are purified by the gore of the tip of the Spear of Destiny. See the visions of the Eternal Damnation of Hercules.
Take the Trip my disciple! Feel the heat oh Queen of the Amazons! Conquer the conquest oh Man-God!
Take the journey through these multi-phantasmagoric parables. This thing, this living breathing thing- Perspex "Satan's Come- Bang the Drum"- is a thanotopic wilderness of mind-numbing terror, psychedomic prenanbulation and Altaic beauty wrought through the stereopticon of Minerval abandon to come crash landing into the Arcturus of your own lounge... man.
Take the Trip my disciple! Feel the heat oh Queen of the Amazons! Conquer the conquest oh Man-God!
Absorb the Gardens of Kublai Khan! Drink deep of the Eternal Blood! Feed on the Entrails of Prometheus! Dance wildly in a paradisiacal stream with the Maenads of Gomorrah at the edge of the Mountains of Madness! Discover the power of Wild Jaguar Man Potency within the Lost Forest Ocean of Mu! Brace yourself with this cologne of classic musk from Sheba's Gardens! Hear her Junoesque stench. Flex your Man-Muscle of Desire! Do it baby, do it!
Take the Trip my disciple! Feel the heat oh Queen of the Amazons! Conquer the conquest oh Man-God!
Yes I say unto you brother and sister this is your soundtrack for life renewed and the Power of Personal Godhead maximized! Mix that cocktail and load this into your pleasure module then set your living breathing world into the flesh realized and the mind transcribed with the artists of Perspex. Wow. It's "Way Too Out" man!
Way...
Too...
Out...
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Deliciously creepy, euphorically eerie, the devil buzzes around your ears like a
author: Pat Gannon
This is wonderful electronic music! It harkens back to Morton Subotnic's Wild Bull and Silver Apples Of The Moon. It is deliciously creepy and euphorically eerie. The devil buzzes around your ears like an emerald gnat and gets his fill of blood while you're listening confounded and vulnerable. No dancing here; just the subtle tingling of flesh. Soundtrack to somewhere else.
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