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I've found him to be visualy at his best, when he's either not overthinking it, or not taking himself seriously:
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Manson by Dean Karr was a pretty kickass introduction, I think.
Manson by Phillip G. Atwell has the perfect blend of sex, drugs and tongue-in-cheek humor to make this work.
...and I cannot ignore Floria Sigismondi's treatments for his music. I always liked this video a little over The Beautiful People...
...I miss GANGSTA Manson the most, I think. But it was such a brief, brief period...
If I were 13 again, I assure you that I'd be squealing over the new albums by NIN, Manson, Bjork, Tori Amos...
But I'm not. I feel like the only asshole on the planet who can't get into the new NIN. Tori pushed me away with The Beekeeper and I haven't had the patience for Bjork lately. Hilariously enough, I actually like the new Manson material, though as the years have shown, he's not the best investment, in the long run.
Those of you who left off with _The Perfect Drug_ and the _Lost Highway_ material...Mechanical Animals and Manson's new boobies...how is 2007 shaping out for you?
The whole...Musick to play in the dark line gets me every time. I think it's one of the few things I have known long before I even owned CDs or listened to the radio.
Coil's later work brings me back to my childhood. ...the weird shit I used to do to push my limits and bend the reality in front of me.
At the risk of sounding trite, I really enjoyed the dark. If I couldn't see anything, I had to rely on my ears and mouth to relate to the new plane of temporary blindness. My short attention span lent itself to frequent dissociation.
I created incredible mental soundtracks once I restricted my senses...I could hear distinct bass lines and hear disembodied voices that didn't belong to anyone else in the house. Once in a while I would hum a single note, softly, just to help the scapes along. I could disconnect faster and tap into a higher comfort level... By shutting down, I created and tapped into channels that I knew no one else was on.
The songs and scapes never lasted long...I was away for 10, maybe 15 minutes. But I loved what I experienced. I still think I'm the only kid I know who used to do weird shit like this.
Anyways...I'm listening to _Somnambulist in an Ambulance_ off _...and the Ambulance Died in His Arms_ and this is the precise shit that I heard when I closed my eyes as a kid...The bass, the muddled chanting...it's like I'm back in the corner of my very first bedroom and creating scapes again.
Coil songs just fucking work because they tap into the rudimentary parts of existence. Music wasn't always an 808 or a fucking Ibanez...it's not even about its own building blocks of do..re..mi...it comes down to extending on communication and language. It comes down to the way you relate to reality. If I could sit in my closet and make beautiful sounds with my eyes closed and my hands over my ears, this has to be even minutely true.
This album is sending chills down my spine. I had damn near forgotten about that part of being a kid, and a two-year old album is shooting me right back.
The only other album to do this to me is Current 93/Nurse With Wound's _Bright Yellow Moon_. At first I found the album un-listenable, but by the third time I heard _Die, Flip, or Go to India_, I was convinced it had tapped into something so basic...it was as if I had heard this album years before...
David [Late] Tibet wrote the lyrics to the album while he was recovering from a ruptured spleen. He describes what he saw during his stay, and these were some fantastic images that made it onto the record...
...what I remember was that I knew that that was what death must have sounded like...I ended up finding out for myself at the end of '04, after a [thankfully] failed suicide attempt.
I remember through the 36 hours of the act of stupidity, through all the sweat and labored breathing...I heard that entire album in my head, loud and clear, back to front. Every grind, every static scape, every disembodied voice...and I hadn't listened to that album in about a month.
I can tell you now that overdosing causes one to hear _Nichts_ quite distinctly. I remember one of the times I woke up, I did hear someone say Your time...is mine......
I've gone about two full years without listening to this record. It's an amazing album...one of the Tibet and Stapleton's finest works, but because I experienced that record, even looking at it still turns my stomach a bit.
Man, I could never marry someone who didn't get this. Not like I'm looking for a partner who'll sit in the dark with me and talk about England's Hidden Reverse...but someone who believes in pushing planes. That shit like this is about the human experience and beyond. It's more than palatable noises on a record...it's an extension of language...
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this is such a wonderful post! and about one of my favorite albums! i also enjoy bending my reality, even if only by sitting in complete darkness and watching and listening to the strange things that happen (no drugs needed!). great post, keep it up!
Have you heard Purtle?
Glad to know yer still kickin!
And yes, sometimes it takes me forever to comment.
Had to go check infos If you haven't heard it, it was a 12" limited release w/BYM. Contains Nicht II. xhol desert has it currently as an offering.
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