The Shock to the Guts.

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When you realise what to do with the suffering life presents you with, the reasons why it is presenting you with it, and what it’s ultimate purpose is in your life you gain something crucial, awareness. Awareness is the key to understanding all components of your life, all the metaphysical sign posts that exist everywhere in your subtle, and non subtle environment. They are always being revealed to you, at all times, but are sadly missed by most. And usually at the most critical times of self development. And they are not missed due to ignorance. To miss them owing to ignorance implies that you had the awareness of their presence to begin with, and chose to ignore them anyway. Most people miss them because they simply lack the awareness of these things all together. They lack awareness in their life in general. There are those that do possess it to a level though. Awareness actually exists in everyone as the gut instinct, and we’re all guilty of having ignored this at some point, choosing instead to ignore the clarity of it’s guidance, defy our awareness and make a shit choice in spite of it. The gut instinct is the simplest part of our operating system and the least susceptible to bugs, crashes and data corruption. But it’s not entirely immune. The ego and the heart can derail it’s usually flawless operation. The gut instinct is a perfect protection processor we all get for free. It’s designed to circumvent the heart and the ego and serves to give us clarity over confusion. The gut instinct is the best sooth sayer there is. It’s remarkable. It can see the future and reveal it to you in less than a second. The shock to the guts!

Awareness allows the warrior mechanism. It allows one to adopt the form of the warrior as opposed to the hunter gatherer form. The warrior is only concerned with beating his own expectations. He wars for knowledge. He does not scavenge it. He knows when to war and when to isolate. When to be seen and when to be invisible. Due to being in a state of un-satiated hunger, the hunter gatherer can be prone to impatience, hostility, frustration, anger and will often suffer from self importance and self pity as they scavenge for validation through these traits. Some will even mistakenly view these traits, or even proclaim them proudly to be virtues. That is because they lack the awareness that in fact they are useless. They lack the honesty of self to be able to admit that all the above mentioned characteristics are not strengths, but are merely weaknesses in thrall to common garden variety boredom. Only boring people get bored. And the need for constant entertainment and stimulation are symptoms of someone who lacks the awareness to be able to master the physical/material manifestation of matter. Awareness, however, comes from beyond this manifestation. It comes from beyond the matter. To possess awareness and ignore it is to suffer defeat at your own hand. And without awareness everything a man considers extraordinary is actually completely ordinary and impedes his continual self development.

When you have a true hold of awareness there is no time for distractions, no time for seeking unearned praise, no time for talk – either internal or external that does not serve an impeccable purpose, no time for meaningless pursuits that should be spent going to war for something of importance, no time for games or to champion stupidity as genius.

Awareness allows a warrior to glimpse death and defy it anyway, even under the most threatening of circumstances because it gifts us the appropriate fear, respect and self assurance needed to evade it’s touch. Awareness can make even death an ally. You can make an ally of almost anything when you have a hold of awareness.

All of the above is code, and it’s hard wired into your gut. You’re lucky for that. Awareness will save your life.

So the next time you feel that shock to the guts pay it the respect it deserves.

Let It Be Known!

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So here is another necessary artistic statement of intent from ThrOes. Now that the debut album “This Viper Womb” is in the final stages of preparing for release I have had to do some digging around to see what labels and zines are active today. Who has a strong presence and is reaching people. Things have changed so much since I started writing the earliest material in 2003. Now that I am looking around a bit I’ve discovered a few things. Firstly the internet has spawned a myriad of weak and trendy labels that lack continuity and power in their direction and ethos and I am unable to determine what their true creative intention is, I can’t help but see persons just wanting to run an internet label. A lot of them are going to the bother of releasing quality packaging for the artists which is great, and a lot have pretty decent websites. But I must confess that nearly every artist I check out on their rosters leaves me unimpressed and feeling like they are trying too hard to be some new artsy thing. This is how they are removing themselves from the established names of the established genres. This is something I understand, and I also support. The problem is I don’t believe any of it. It feels like there is a whole wave of bands calling themselves “post” this, “gaze” that, “transcendental” this, and on and on. I’m sorry but it’s all pretentious dribble to me lacking in substance and artistic depth and I’m astounded at how well some of these flimsy bands are doing and how much press they are receiving. This means nothing to me. I’m just surprised. Well, maybe not all the way. Mediocrity seems to reign with an iron fist these days.

Now it’s not just me. In looking into labels and zines I’ve noticed a few making very stern statements similar to this:
“DO NOT TELL US YOU ARE SOME UNIQUE AND NEW STYLE OF METAL, IT WILL PISS US OFF WHEN WE FIND OUT YOU ARE JUST SOME WEAK UNORIGINAL SHOE GAZE HIPSTER CRAP”!

I respect this because as I am now forced to poke my head back in to the scene I can see it’s inundated with this trendy meaningless third rate lies passed off as high art just because some twits with silly haircuts say it’s high art. Evolved! Pffft. An artist can say anything they want about they’re work but if they’re work can not back this up then you are just jumping on band wagons and speaking in ways that is clearly just marketing for impressionable suckers.

Let me stand up tall once again and state FIRMLY for the record that I am not a part of any of this. I spent many long years divorced entirely from every type of metal scene there is, long before any of what’s going on now started happening and becoming the new trend. I was extremely isolated from any other metal music, letting ThrOes evolve organically and independently of anything else. I didn’t really listen to much metal between 2005 right up till now to be honest, except for the odd album that I worshipped. This is one reason I think ThrOes sounds so original, which leads me to my next point.

For me ThrOes is very much it’s own style. I haven’t heard anything else that sounds like it. If someone else can show me a band that sounds like the music I have made I would welcome the chance to hear it. As far as intent goes, a band like Bethlehem reminds me of ThrOes because no one else sounds like them. They do their own thing which is not pretentious, it is just how they write music. Some of the most original music in metal, and any genre for that matter that I have ever heard. They knew they were individuals and they dubbed themselves as “Dark Metal”, a term that had not been used before. A bunch of bands started adopting the term after that but they didn’t have much in common with Bethlehem because no other band does. Bethlehem are Bethlehem.

As I’ve mentioned on my official Facebook page when I started writing ThrOes I dubbed it Trance Metal. It wasn’t Black Metal, it wasn’t Death Metal, it wasn’t Doom Metal but it was heavily preoccupied with creating real hypnotic states within the music whilst also being very heavy. No one else was using this term and I was happy to represent it. Recently I’ve found out that this is a term now being used and some of the examples of bands I’ve heard using it unfortunately turn me off big time and they sound nothing at all like my ThrOes. I also don’t find anything hypnotic about them at all. Obviously this is a term that exists, and has been in use now for 3 or 4 years from what I can gather, before I got my work this far. No longer do I choose to use this term to represent my sound.

I have made a stance to again act alone. I stand by the fact that I feel ThrOes does not sound like anything else in metal. I feel it is in opposition to 90% of metal on a stylistic and thematic level and I do not care one bit about belonging to a group or limiting my style to a few enforced adjectives by authorities I do not follow.
I now refer to ThrOes as “Dissident Metal”.

Dissident:
a person who opposes official policy, especially that of an authoritarian state.
dissenter, objector, protester, disputant; freethinker, nonconformist, independent thinker; rebel, revolutionary, recusant, renegade; subversive, agitator, insurgent, insurrectionist, insurrectionary.

This is who I am. In life and in art. Anyone who really knows me knows this to be true. This is not a gimmick. This is what my music is. The term describes it with absolutism and total self belief. Any established “genre terminology” is archaic and unsatisfactory to me as an artist and I will not use it. ThrOes does not belong to any of it. ThrOes is Dissident Metal. This is the only way I will refer to it. It is descriptive of not only the sound, but the lyrics, the art, the way the album was made and the artistic intent behind all of it. It is a complete rejection of many things and scene authority is certainly one of them.

ThrOes is Dissident Metal!
If you will not review or listen to my music because this is how I refer to it, because this is displeasing to your rigid framework of genre classification I will not be losing any sleep over this. I stand by the music and the music speaks for itself.

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law!

T.

The Black Falconer

Navigating north and south

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Don’t mistake any of what I’m about to say as some idiot telling everyone to “just be more positive”, or that I assume that the struggle of the man living in Syria or Sierra Leone is the same struggle as the man living in Seattle or Sydney. They are not. I can not speak for, nor offer any advice to the man who lives in a war zone, is under the rule of a tyrannical dictatorship, is chained to religious extremism by blood and birth, does not know where his next meal is coming from e.t.c.

I do not speak to the man who’s bloodline has been thinned to the edge of extinction by genocide, or had his culture devalued, torn asunder and then sold to feeble minded western consumers in two bit tourist/cafe/knick knack shops.

I have nothing to offer these people because I don’t pretend to know anything about it. It isn’t my experience of life. I’m fortunate. I live a privileged life. I live in the west where apathy and entitlement reign, and there is no shortage of either to study.

Western apathy is a dirty thing. A symptom of our own material worldfucking. For a lot of people, living in the west affords them every freedom. The opportunity to live a full life. Yet so many are slaves to apathy. So many have a real chance at life but they have no clue what life is. They’re doing anything not to participate in it.

Life is duality. An electromagnetic double current of seemingly “good” and “bad” experienced at random for the duration of one’s residency on earth. People in the west get so caught up in the north and south of things that it stops them from getting runs on the board. “I’m north, but I want to be south”. “I’m south but I want to be north”. There are even those people that possess talent not known by most who hold back on harnessing their gifts because they are afraid of the end result, the outcome of their talent being out in the world. Afraid of failing. This is a harmful preoccupation with events that have not yet passed.

Be concerned with being present. Quit your job, quit your marriage, quit the lease on your car, quit your pay t.v subscription. If these things are preventing you from being present and knowing who you are, if they make you miserable, if they stop you participating and living life, burn them. Those who cry boredom and anxiety do so because they’re stuck in first gear, stuck in the slow lane, disabled from being present, hopelessly trying to speed up a listless life artificially by any means necessary. Anything that will tickle the reward centers of the brain triggered by stimulation of the neurotransmitters. Drugs, gambling, t.v, relationship drama, serial affairs, shopping addiction, travel addiction, credit card debt to fund fake lifestyles, keeping up with the Jones’. These are typical western dodges, most, including myself, will employ at least once in their life to not have to deal with the often painful prospect of knowing one self.

It’s a very rare individual that’s happy to be in their own company. The few that do are who I would deem to be “free”. When you’re running from who you are you’re running in the wrong direction and you will fall over. Stay in your pain, weather the storm, face your crisis with prestige and complete the mission. Learn whatever it is you are supposed to learn from the event. Don’t cheat yourself out of a chance to gain knowledge.

Life is an apprenticeship and every experience you live is a test you are offered. Whether you pass or fail is up to you, but you can not be a master without first being an apprentice. Forget about north and south, forget about good and bad. Focus instead on balancing the energy and frequency that needs to be mastered, conquered and shaped by acts of will in your life. Such a realisation makes a man who seeks knowledge dispassionate to the circumstances a subdued man would call himself a victim of. A man of knowledge situated in the north is ready to expect the south at any moment. He favours not one for the other because he welcomes the opportunity to master both . He seeks to master both at once. The aim is to balance the terror of being alive with the wonder of being alive. Choose a path with heart and view everything not as a blessing or a curse, but merely as a challenge, and accept it without anxiety or regret for the outcome. Life is too short for regret. Life should be about getting runs on the board. He who dies with the most toys does not win, he with the most runs on the board does.

 

5 possible indications your metal band sucks

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1: If you have a three word name your metal band probably sucks. There are exceptions to the rule of course, but most won’t make it out alive. I don’t think I’ve read one yet that has any depth, power or real meaning and this almost always extends to the music. You can smell the weak song structures and predictable cliches a mile a way. These types of names are flimsy, naff and blow over the minute anyone so much as farts, so forget about them surviving a real storm, like the test of time for example. Identifying one of these names is quite easy. If your metal band is called “As something something”, “When something something”, ” Within something something, “After the something”, if it starts with Beyond, Below,  Beneath, Above, well, you get the drift. If you meet these criteria it is with a heavy heart that I inform you that your metal band probably sucks. Even if you’re gigging, touring and have a strong fan base these are actually no insurance that the core ethos of your band is bullet proof against sucking. Chances are you have no real ethos. You are probably working hard on your image and making sure it slots nicely into your chosen sub genre. Acceptance. How can anyone forget that classic taxi cab exchange between Patrick Bateman and his “supposed” fiance Evelyn Williams?

Evelyn to Patrick : “You hate that job, I don’t see why you just don’t quit?”

Patrick to Evelyn : ” BECAUSE I WANT… TO FIT…IN!”

Let’s move on shall we?

2: If the image of your metal band you present to the world is one of being misanthropic, nihilistic, anti human satanists, but you then fail utterly to be true to these ideologies in your real life, you are full of shit, your ethos is about image and your metal band probably sucks. If you claim to align with any of the above philosophies, but in your real life lobby for gay rights, animal rights, if you express genuine remorse ( which is a very real and natural human trait I might add) at human tragedies, like learning of ilness or death of any friends, family or pets, if you are miserable at the fact your work or relationships make you miserable then you are full of shit, your ethos is about image and your metal band probably sucks. Let us not forget, you tell the world through your projected imagery, lyrics, and interviews that you are misanthropic, nihilistic, anti human satanists and by not rejoicing in the examples of worldly suffering I mention is to be disingenuous in your projected artistic ideology, phoney, and anything phoney means your metal band probably sucks. Moving on.

3: If you are one of these new breed metal bands that operates off this latest trend of song structure, i.e. half time break down verse, screamo, boring, hollow annoying vocal that kids itself it’s angry and full of feeling, but is actually devoid of both, then seemlessly floats into a totally “no surprises here” chorus that’s fitted out with one of those “heard it a thousand times before” big, fake epic, melodic pop hooks that’s equipped with the spawn of Justin Bieber for the vocal, your metal band probably sucks. If you fit into both point 1 and 3 of this list simultaneously, forget probably, your metal band DOES suck.

4: No amount of lo fi production is going to make your half arsed Darkthrone rip off be the next Darkthrone. That was a moment in time and it ended 20 years ago. Get over it. If your songs are shit, boring and unimaginative, deliberate lo fi production will not be your saviour. You will NEVER be accepted into the halls of Valhalla with your idols so stop trying so hard to follow scene rules. They were put there to keep the likes of you out. If you think you are honouring Quorthorn, Euronymous and Dead with every riff you lay down to your $100 soundcard your metal band probably sucks. I invite you to ditch your uniform and find out who YOU are, and stop being who you think you have to be to fit in. You’re missing the point. Also, if you’re not Norwegian you probably shouldn’t wear corpse paint. It’s disrespectful.

5: Did you even bother to ask yourself whether the world needs your band and it’s music in it? If the answer is no then your metal band probably sucks. If you have honestly never asked yourself this question before continuing to gig or release an album you are likely more concerned with not being left out, of feeling like you’re running out of time to get noticed, feeling like you’re behind in the race. There’s the problem. You treat what should be your art as sports or an avenue to fame, a way to be known which illustrates flaws in your character like impatience and envy. Your only concern should be whether you are leaving the greatest work of art you can to the world, and if that was your concern you wouldn’t release the same bland rice and beans as everyone else. If it takes 20 years to paint 5 brush strokes of red against 6 brush strokes of blue exactly the way you see it in your head then that’s how long it takes. It doesn’t matter if someone else has completed 20 similar works in that time. It’s irrelevant. They are not you. All that matters is if you care about your art enough to allow it the time it requires to end up at it’s best. If you see your metal band as a vehicle to climb up a scene related ladder that has nothing to do with any real artistic statement that’s ok, but it does increase the chances that your metal band probably sucks.

 

 

Permanent Midnight

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It’s been a bit over a year since my first “blog post”. My silence has been deliberate. My family and I relocated at the beginning of 2015 and in May my first born son hit planet earth. These events were life changing and 2015 has been full. Despite 95% of work on the album being completed a year ago there is still the final push to come, the promotion and organising of release and delivery formats to be handled, the tedious social media admin e.t.c. This can take just as much from the individual as every other completed aspect of production, and after putting in three solid years of work I honestly wanted nothing to do with it for a year. As a result I’ve had an uninterrupted 8 months of getting to know my son. It’s been the best 8 months of my life and the distance between me and ThrOes has been crucial to both me and the project. I’m renewed, my focus is singular and my perspective is clear. Once mixing was complete it had become almost impossible for me to be objective toward the work. Distance cleans out the brain and the ears, all my senses are fresh, renewed and once again hungry. The songs are weighty and muscular, vicious and coated in an impenetrable layer of anxiety, anger, fear, judgement and triumph. They embody the intention from which they were written. They embody my life. So work has resumed and I’m recharged, and here is the first taste of what’s to come.  This is the opening track from the album. This is “Permanent Midnight”.

The Blog That Should Not Be

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At heart I’m an isolationist. I have an increasing desire to detach myself from social media, the internet, t.v, multi national corporations, suburban living, and any other modernism you care to mention. I wish to isolate further. Live a life more in balance with the land and follow the natural cycles programmed in our D.N.A. Grow my own food and maybe rear my own animals. Fukushima, Monsanto, corrupted food and water supplies, bee colony collapse, Google, reality t.v, the billion dollar brothers and their government stooges are rendering all but a few precious corners of the globe impotent and I want no part of it. Alas, we are all faced with  the dilemma of having to take part in it to some extent, hence this blog.

I’m an isolationist but I am also an artist, and at this point in time I recognise if a man is serious about bringing his artistic vision to the world he must accept social media, the internet and other invasive technological conventions as par for the course. Tape trading has been dead and buried for many years replaced by mp3 streaming and blogging. There is no financial help to speak of from most labels anymore so as far as recording and releasing music is concerned the artist has to truly walk this path alone. A hard path to take, but as Don Juan told Carlos “a path is only a path and can be abandoned at any time without fear”. All that matters is where your intent lies on the path and your intent determines whether the path is true.

Survey says if you’re an artist, be it musical, visual, literal e.t.c, and you don’t have a blog  full of snappy dialogue and relevant content that everyone is reading and leaving comments on, the fate of your artistic vision is sealed! If you’re not steadily releasing digital panspermia with which to seed the interweb then you’re a nonentity.

Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in!

As artists we’re all trying to be relevant in the age of irrelevance. What about the age of reason? Only Australians and possibly some British at least thirty years of age will get that pop culture pun. The point is this,  people love to talk about themselves so much these days that there are innumerable websites, apps and assorted social media “worldfuckery” dedicated to giving the “worldfucked” a platform where they can incessantly open their digital pie holes 24/7 – 365. Everyone now has a voice. Excuse me while I choke on that thought and offer the stance that I’m personally not bowled over by what ninety nine percent of people have to say on the “interfacesookspace”. If I happen to latch on to a one percenter then it can be a great day, but the one percenter’s are usually fed up with the ninety nine percenter’s and only come out occasionally to give them grief or say something truly profound.

I feel the majority have missed the point of the internet and as such use it mostly as just another symptom of their “worldfucked” minds. Some kid in England I think it was needed extensive psychiatric care due to the complete mental melt down he suffered after taking an imperfect selfie! I’m sorry but if you’re gonna lie down with dogs you’re gonna wake up with fleas. Wake The Fuck Up! If you feel you’ve had enough and are sick of feeling like shit, if you don’t understand the meaning to any of this then cut all the dead weight from your life and transform yourself. Reject anything or anyone who is at odds with your development. Reject everything that’s stopping you from sleeping and fuels the endless dialogue in your brain. Learn about the food you’re eating and what it’s effects really are on your mind and body. If all you can think about all day is taking that next perfect selfie to chuck up on facey at the expense of your most basic human needs as they relate to survival, then I welcome Darwinism in all it’s evolutionary excellence to find it’s mark and to strike swift and true. If you survive the hammer of natural selection then congratulations, the warrior has been awoken within you and you can advance to the next stage of your universal apprenticeship.

The “Bohren & Der Club Of Gore” album I just played seems to have found me a tad philosophical and slightly off topic. Where was I?

Oh right… the internet and blogging and everybody whinging and making mediocre art and music and useless status update after useless status update. What I’m driving at here is that everywhere I look on the internet in regards to releasing music and getting it promoted, all roads lead back to the importance of blogging and social media, and how if you don’t take part in either of these grubby behaviours regularly you’ll be left behind. I guess the hostility in my darwinian fantasies above stem from the fact I’m a little bent out of shape at having to do this really. It’s just not my scene. Time was all you had to do was work hard and make something great, something with impact and feeling and the rest would take care of itself. Now you have to talk about everything. But not real talk, cyber talk. Mobile phones and texting have brought us to this. For anyone still reading whatever the fuck this is, you exhibit some willingness to suffer and I appreciate that so I’m going to choose here to end this first post. This is the blog that should not be. But as production for the THROES album draws to an end I need to start thinking about promoting it like everybody else. I will return to talk about ThrOes and the making of the debut full length album “This Viper Womb” next post.

Will Your Worth,

T.

The Black Falconer