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