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night terrors

China1284 Posts

June 10 2010 21:11 GMT

I don't know if you've ever listened to truly pissed off music. Im not talking about Limp Bizkit jumping frantically on the stage flipping the middle finger at the camera, or four kids from the suburbs being epic with corpse paint on a friday night gig at the local (pop)metal joint. Im talking about really pissed off music, the kind that runs around flailing a shovel and a pike at any and every head of passerbys and curious listeners.

Welcome Celeste. True, this whole metallic hardcore movement has been systematically despising human life since Integrity, Gehenna and every band to whom holy terror suddenly became the awnser to lifelong frustrations. This band certainly isnt the most radical of the bunch, nor the most undigestable of the lot, but certainly packs quite a distinct style of sickess in their songs.

This band creates a soundscape of sickess and anger. An ominous signal of the times we may see to come soon.

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I don't know if you've ever been lost on the fucked up part of any big city, or, not so different, a forest. When I say lost, i mean really, god damn, lost. If you have you'll know that its not pleasant, and it doesnt get any better as you count the minutes.

If you have not, bare with me as I illustrate this for you.

You slept your way into the downtown of the city. The thud of the bus makig its final stop wakes you and you quickly notice nothing around you is even remotely familiar. You have not even gotten out of the bus when two mean looking motherfuckers on the corner are already planning how to dispose your body, having fun while at it.. or so you think. The experience doesnt get any better, fast forward half an hour and you are wandering through the dark, smelly, filth saturated streets trying to find the bus that will take you home. Some guys just stole some shit out of a car and after seeing you, you're not quite sure if they will follow you to make sure you keep quiet.

By this time you probably know you're fucked. You're already thinking about who's gona cry at your funeral and how the bastard of your brother never payed you those twenty bucks he owed you.

The city gets to you ¿Y'know? The loud noises of trucks, whores screaming, preachers claiming doom upon us, will all quickly saturate you with an distinct sense of apathy. All you see are the wrecked faces of those who dwell these places, staring at you with profound hatred. As time flies by the feeling of alienation, of being in this place where you are hated, from where you do not know as to how get out off, it will grind at you. No, it will grind over you. Like a dog gnaws at his bone.

You'll then realize that cities all over the world are just as fucked up, more so even, than this place that now holds your horizon. That the possibility for the living standards of the middle and high class depend on poverty. That every decision made is made out of the flesh of the people who rot here. I shit you not, you will be pissed.

Now, why have I just put you through this? Well this is one of the sides Celeste will show you. A relentless clusterfuck which aims to grind this experience of city you had for a few hours, but lived through years, and then throw it at your face, rub it against their own face, drink it down and scream blood at you.

Well now, have you been lost in a forest? You walk a few hundred meters just to check it out and suddenly everything looks like everything else in here. For a while your pride will make you make way for yourself along the trees, but soon you'll realize that you dont hear people, cars, just ugly fucking souns that probably come from ugly fucking things out there. And then you realize, hell, you are out there.

Its not so bad as long as there's light. But soon the rays are met with the vegetation. Night time comes swifter in here. Unnanounced comes the realization that you are alone, and your solitude is met by the darkness of this otherness that the forest constitutes. An undomesticated otherness, a wild otherness, a vast and profound darkness, where most likely, you'll meet your fear rather than any real dangers.

Unless of course you decided to walk a few hundred yards into a forest in alaska, in which case you are very fucking dumb and will be eaten by a bear.

What is really scary of the forest, is not what you can see, what is really there, but how in this palce your fear will be free to roam about. The darkness of the forest reveals darkness within you. The feeling that this something inside you which you never want to look out, will stir the darkness outside, and something will come and maul your head.

This is the other side to Celeste. While the relentless violence keeps drilling your head, unknowingly you will be inmersed into a profound stillness, a very dark stillness, where all that the previous violence stirred will come out, lurking through the vast obscurity.

This is not entirely aimed at making you listen to the band. If you dont i guess this will sound like complete nonsense. To me atleast, the music is compromised of these two sides. The realization of the complexity of violence social life is compromised of, and then, the realization that you work in accordance with these schemes. I hope you will listen to them though, because if you don't the next part of this blog will make little to no sense to you.

Whilst listening to Celeste, the question arises. ¿What the fuck is going on? Sure, punk spirit was remarkably decadent, the music was obnoxious, maybe hardcore took it a step further. I mean, these people chose to live like shit to point out what the 'system' bred. But that music was no where near apathetic, misanthropic, and just over all set on hating everything, everyone at every time. These people even find redemption in what they're doing. Hell, id even go as far as guessing that the fact they realize they are making this music makes them even more angry at everything.

The antagonism and violence that this music aims to illustrate, to churn out, to hit you with.. Are we in such a time that sensibility can only express this general sickness? And then again, makes you think.. maybe we became so numb that our screams must be louder, there must be that much more anger, much more pain, obnoxiousness, for us to feel anything.

If you want to listen to Celeste's new album you can here:

MORTE(S) NEE(S)