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“It’s hard to learn your place in the world.” (Paul Nizan)
I was bad too.
I also hated without reason, spat on the comfortable certainties of righteous people, scratched even the eyes that caressed me.
I also hid my fears behind studs and metal and black leather.
I cursed. I despised wisdom and common sense.
I too desperately loved a little blonde in the second row who didn’t even glance at me.
I watched my father go to work every day and return every evening more and more tired.
I too wanted to be seen, even at the cost of burning the world down.
“I was twenty. I won’t let anyone say that this is the best age of life.”
(Again Nizan, and again “Aden Arabia”, if you haven’t read it, read it).
And I needed “fierce” music, because it’s sad to scream alone.
I looked for the records of the ugliest, dirtiest, meanest ones.
Extreme music. Brutal, Death, Gore and off with the acronyms and labels.
Outcasts who raised hymns to blood, death, and sex. Guts, spit, sperm.
And, above all, worshippers of Evil.
It didn’t take long, really, to realize it was all a circus; that everyone went home, washed off the makeup and fake blood and counted the money earned. This didn’t hurt me, it hurt me more to know that some people really believed it.
The Greeks called this thing “catharsis”; if done well it works. It worked then, it works now.
If done well.
Because of this, at one point, I started seeking those who did it well. So: away with the satanists, the Nazis, the enthusiasts of Nordic legends, the Vikings, the warriors, the macho men, those dressed up like fools, those who drank blood, those who dissected corpses, the magicians and experts of ancient cults, the necrophiles, the fantasy fans.
In short, there were few left.
Because Evil is a serious thing.
Try explaining to those satanic fools that fear and anguish are God’s most faithful allies. Make them understand that Evil, understood as a simple opposition to Good, is destined – ontologically – to defeat. They forget that Polemos is the father of all things.
Losers.
In the end, only the Japanese remained for me.
The Japanese and their Pantheon with hundreds of thousands of Demons, who live with us in the Naka No Kuni, the Middle Earth.
The Yurei, the Youkai, and the Oni, are not good or bad; they are the spiritual representation of the forces of nature: neither cruel nor benevolent, indifferent.
And that’s how I came across Sigh. And it was a revelation: I had never heard anything like it. Growls and downtuned guitars, heavy and claustrophobic riffs and – suddenly – blinding melodic openings, prog redundancies, glimpses of psychedelia, disorienting noises, oriental chants.
Mirai Kawashima, Satoshi Fujinami, and Kazuki (a drummer who will soon disappear without trace) and the sinuous Dr. Mikannibal, after the first more canonical records, evolved into something else that you may like or dislike, but it doesn’t leave you indifferent.
Mikannibal, covered in bodily fluids and strips of skin, is a keyboardist and saxophonist original and a singer capable of an erotic and unsettling growl, the group’s catalyst center.
She is a Kitsune, the fox-woman, a deceitful and seductive spirit. The Kitsune, beautiful and cruel, are often vengeful with their lovers. But Mirai is not afraid.
From ’93 to today they have recorded ten albums, all of good quality, but – for me – the one to listen to is this “Hail Horror Hail.”
Why? Because it’s my favorite.
They aren’t truly bad, Evil – the real one – is something else, but they are good, or at least original. With them, I can scream without feeling too ridiculous.
It’s catharsis, remember? It’s theater, it’s all fake. But if done well, it works.
As for me, I’ve simply grown up. Disdain has become misanthropy, anger, cynical detachment. The lack of empathy mistaken for depth. Age and my job allow me the pose of libertine and immoral, scornful in discussions, cruel in jokes. Indifferent.
Harmless.
To some, I even seem likeable.
But inside, I still curse at the silent full moon, against the sky watching this “opaque atom of evil” silently.
I haven’t changed; under the velvet suits, there is still black leather.
And I hate you, I hate you all.
Oh, and that little blonde bitch from the second row, I fucked her.
She was even married.
To someone I knew.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
03 Curse of Izanagi (06:01)
I refuse to follow the path of the righteous
as I believe in the power of izanagi
forbidden knowledge I will unleash
my curse will last for eternity
the word is death, your own death is stalking you
torment of hell, an infernal spell cast upon you
trapped for eternity, it's your destiny
your fate lies in the cruelty of my eyes
kegare sawari, the symbol of obscenity
in tales untold except in dread whispers
eating your flesh and draining vitality
travelling across the inverted river
seven altars, seven stones
seven hells, seven graves
12 dolls, 73 nails
rokudougohei the inverted blade
now I release all of my spite
which lurks in the very depth of my being
secret rite of izanagi held at midnight
calling forth names with ancient meaning
cursed for eternity, where your soul will languish
before izanagi's power you fools are vanguished
daiitoku rages from the three-sided altar
making a straw doll to bring about your fall
die!
vomiting blood you're condemned to hell,
the stake will seal the curse inside
in shoulders, shins and the heart I impale the doll five times
may you and all your kin be annihilated by my curse
the light of life fades as the midnight rites are versed
let the blood-flowers bloom
burn, wither; your blood is red
let the blood-flowers bloom
torn to pieces; your blood is black
my spell will seal your fate
with all my malice and hate
fear!
summoning fudo to appear, shikiouji
21,33,49 izanagi
annihilation
incineration
now the fatal seven keys are locked
reincarnation of the infernal serpent
now I release all of my spite...
burn
10 42 49 (07:43)
I want the sun, I want the moon
I curse the devil, I curse god
I deny hell, I deny heaven
my curse will not be broken, ever!
I will torture god in heaven if he won't bend to his knees
I will slay the devil in hell if he doesn't grant my needs
I'll achieve it all, you're to fall and die this night
this is the seventh night, it may even cost my life
beyond all good, beyond all evil, beyond all love and all the hate
beyond your fate, beyond my hate, your tragic end I now await
god in your heaven, hear what I say
devil in hell, grant all for which I pray
on the first night: bosatsu towards the south
on the second: kannon towards the west
on the third night: seishi towards the east
on the fourth: amida in the north
on the night of the seventh rite
I want the sun, I want the moon
I want the day turned into night
I spit at heaven and I spit at hell
I stalk the night, 42 49
I stalk the night, fear my hate, fear my bite
icons of the almighty shall be crushed, the nails I thrust, then you bleed
I'll weed out the unfit, I'll curse every follower of that creed
after midnight fall I'll dig their graves, a pit for week and feeble slaves
all the words of power are said, dressed in white my lips are red
god in your heaven...
on the fifth night: gundali gouzanze
on the sixth night: kongoyasha
on the seventh come chuzonfudo
the seventh night completes the rite
on the night of the seventh rite...
I stalk the night...
no time to beg
goko crushes the legs
stab the chest with sanko
smash the head with dokko
blood on the sword of fudo
skinned and bled
your blood will be shed
bleed! caught by slow death
bleed! taught by my infernal spell
bleed! take your last breath
bleed!
the five evil lords shiver
gouzanze joins with dokko
kongoyasha throws his pike
daiitoku on the bulls howls
may the curse be achieved this night
I will set your soul free from the mundane world your were born into
I will set your soul free from the mundane world through painful death
42 49 violent storm
this is my holy revenge you shall not want
42 49 a now world is born
through the blood that is shed by my hand
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