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Rating: What is for the few, is considered precious. Knowledge is a precious asset. Knowledge is for the few. A simple (and annoying?) syllogism to clarify the essence of what is defined as a "mystery cult."
As the years go by, I've stopped believing in absolutes, but I haven't yet found the courage to completely abandon myself to relativism. I continue to flounder in a murky pool of positive nihilism, made mostly of disillusionment. Once, disinterest. Today, cynicism. Despite everything, there are moments when one is willing to believe in anything... The need to believe is a seminal and generative force. Its creation is a chaotic magma that flows slowly, pouring into the world, into our reality. Too bad there is no other tool than these words. Tired words. Feelings already lived. By many. For centuries. To the point of nausea.
A current 93 EP... I don't have the necessary knowledge to report clearly and precisely "who" plays "what" and "when". I give up on such an endeavor from the start. I limit myself to naming David Tibet, the core of the project. He is the one who officiates the ceremony. Too bad I can't differently represent this scene without resorting to these images. Faded images.
1 - Lucifer Over London
An unsettling vision. Revelatory. A full, sustained, decisive rhythm. A polemic crescendo. Ferocious, as it hadn't been for a long time. Angry. Tired. "Sick... of six six six". Believing has no more value, forgive our naivety.
2 - Sad Go Round
Again lost and in need of guidance. A sinuous guitar traces the sad path that could lead us to become a world revolving around the sun. We stop dreaming and plunge violently back into the raw circus of existence.
3 - Seven Seals Are Revealed at the End of Time as Seven Bows
A new apocalypse narrated by a mellifluous voice. Quivering noises ready to ebb into the current of a renewed disenchantment. Bright, clear, conscious sounds. "Sick... of six six six". Believing has no more value, forgive our naivety.
And goodbye to you all
Whilst the Gods play
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Lucifer Over London (07:50)
The twisted wings and clouds unfold
And the greatgape of He who fell
Makes darkened shadows over pointed spires
Little children point and sing
And little children run and dance
Over there the setting sun
And under that the silent stars
And under they the weeping sky
And under Her the laughing world
(Balance sits in western parts
And piles spare Spares in his gabled room)
Great Anarch and Monarch of Not
The Flight of Lucifer over London
And my little grandson
Wrinkled son forehead
All tiny blue pain
As the Mother Blood emerges
Then the Mother Grief
And the Blue Gates of Death
Open armwide
Open teethwide
All dead like the leaves
Old times shiver
Old dead calendar
Past blurred sunsets
Cinders flying in His heart His heart
His fingers punch holes in the sky
(And all the little Christs I count
Are covered in the breathwhite snow
And all the little Christs I call
Are laughing through the green green fields)
Some of those angels have the face of God
And some of them have the face of dogs
(By the Tower of Moad - see the sky's Greenangel form)
And lucifer flickers all around me
His hooded eyes alight
In the smoky musk
Look into Him just a little longer
See the true face of the Moon
So He wheels there through the heavens
His eyes are dotted brightlights
Licked with dust
A golden seabird
Halfdead with spray
His banners broken flags in the wind
Devouring life he breaks at walls
The glint of dead fruits glint
And then the Moon...
And then the Moon...
And then the Moon...
(And sixsixsix
It makes us sick
We're sicksicksick
of 666)
03 The Seven Seals Are Revealed at the End of Time as Seven Bows: The Bloodbow, the Pissbow, the Painbow, the Faminebow, the Deathbow, the Angerbow, the Hohohobow (13:39)
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