WK's Music Concern

TG - At the Architectural Association, London, 3 March '78, Side B.

isn't bein anti-music the whole point of noise, industrial, power electronics, grindcore etc, my fellow long nosed individual?

While I ardently appreciate the given hospitability for postings, I can't help but feel a tad discouraged now.

As you can see here my overly-protective italian mom couldn't restrain herself from virtue signalling, no.. she had to jump-in and embarrass me in front of everyone. Way to go, werner. First implying that my adlibs makes me Narcissus incarnate and now that I have no clue on how to exercise interpersonal skills. Have some faith (ffs!), stop taking sides against the family or our cosa nostra will turn into a full-blown spaghetti western.

Anyways, Mr. Wussel, please forgive my trespassing but this whole operation was a prank at heart. Divinely inspired by underpants gnomes'. Step 1: Arouse (Collect underwear). Step 2: Offer spice (?). Step 3: Tension relief (Profit). I hope you don't extrapolate such as means of musicological warfare like Major Chip Hazard did against the gorgonites, instead, indulge and prosper.

Godposting?? In my Doomer Boards? Glory be. Gonna admit that--



--was an additional prank on me since I thought said spice was the good old K2 (evil thing) and then I was rather hesitant to click the resulting link thinking that with the 'arouse (collect underwear)' you'd linked to some pornography. The only way we could improve this thread, clearly, is if we could get lunchlunch in here. Won't say my thoughts on any matter wrt the master race (ie the Jews) till he posts as a thread-ballast. (But my thoughts on the matter were already summed up through eg Leviticus 19:34 and Deuteronomy 28:43-45.)

Back to the music concern:







And now I've just found out on the keyboard layout I use, 'kill tab' (C-k) is right next to paste (C-v). Godpost w/ me

>chaos magick

Well, spiritual warfare is no joke and werner, my boy, you literally disclosed takin' estrogen tea on a daily basis as much as it pleases. On that slippery slope; all of our vices (incl. master Chu's) can be reduced to 'it just herbs' since all goes back to nature. So, c'mon now - you know better. On a side note: nowadays any dumbass can use cuckle, quote mine the bible and larp as knowledgeable. Even that old serpent knows scriptures like the back of his tail so.. bros, please, be mindful with such things.

>call the pinkertons!

How come? I see no need to fetch the old deerstalker nor use my jumbo-size loupe to solve this mystery, Scooby. Ain't not much behind those pretentious distorted farts both of you freakazoids seems to enjoy other than 'em being just that. To each their own but to me, quite frankly, anyone who waste time with that hogwash is clearly in need of a tight hug and some homemade chicken soup. I can provide both (just so you guys know).

>wuss'in aloud

Pardon again, mister, but have we previously met - in another life, perhaps? I'm catchin' a scent of socks in the air and hints of subliminal messages in-here - supernatural shit, so to speak. Then again, I might have a brain tumor so pay no mind to this old fool if this bothers you. Moreover. While I haven't given a proper sonorous contribution to inculcate in ye some high-culture, pinky promise, will do so in the future.

While I'm no biology major, I do believe that there's obvious signs that indicates hormonal fuckupery. Like; are your breasts enlarging? Do you feel this intense urge to write down how much you wanna kiss boys on your MLP diary? idk, these might be clear symptoms of you losing grip of your manhood and there's no better remedy to cure a lack of toxic masculinity than to hit the gym, get into sports or sign-up into a MMA academy. I'm rootin' for you werner but at some point you've gotta let go some guilty pleasures like discussin' domes on telegram or collectin' lewd gifs from 4chan. Wanna be a real man, boy? Get out of your twelve-core, club a chick into submission and make her spawn your very own soccer team! At least, that's what I'm tryin' to do..

Anyways, to remind me that his is not the random thread.. let me drop a couple of japanesque noise assortments that deliberately juxtaposes one another. With some luck these will counter the depression-inducin' psychotropics that my little brah here keeps shovin' down our ears. ^{What's wrong with you, werner? Wanna make me jump in front of a car with that shit? Given your nationality I was expectin' some good gloom drama in the verve of Caruso not that AI-like deadpan garbage w/ horrific stock footage. Good grief.}

This thread only gets better: gone barely any and I'm already growing an insane vegetable garden.

Wrt all the godposting here, I'll only say one thing: it's been alleged though most likely a myth, that in the Great War they attempted to chemically castrate British troops thro' bromine tea, probably to stop the troops from resorting to what was close at hand (ie their fellow men). Did it work, probably not but whatever. Half the British war poets had a boy if not on the side then as his absolute conquest for shagging. Was reading (from a little extended research from TS Eliot's letters) about such a guy who started a relationship he called the 'Trinity' twixt a lass and a lad, to say it ended badly would be an understatement. I'll update this post and correct it if I find the name again...

One of my computing teachers all the way back in secondary had a firm belief in chemical castration of teenagers to temper the devastatingly unyielding (least til you escape that inital pubertal phase) impulses of masculine adolescence. God knows how such a belief wd fly today...

Throwing my hat back into the musical concern, with a track and an album reaching to the same idea:

Swans - God Damn the Sun


Brume - Fuck Your Sun!


And for a bit of variety:

Electric Universe - The Prayer