Yet their status is constantly overlooked, both in their homeland and the US, possibly because of their determination to never make the same record twice. They never lost their depressive edge, though, and if nothing else, this disc will make you feel their pain.
Who are they even directing such vitriol at, one wonders? No doubt about it, there is a lot of misery to be heard here, but it never makes the fatal mistake of getting drowned with it. Atonal and pummeling though it is, enticing melodies are quite definitely aplenty; all you have to do is stick with it long enough for them to come through. Far from being just a bunch of rock songs about the anxieties of modern living, it plays host to a shocking range of instrumental palettes and emotions.
The album is a gold mine of such examples.
Lead on. Despite the mostly upbeat nature of Pixx's Small Mercies , there's a dread surrounding its world. Guitar Wolf, Japan's answer to the Ramones, has proudly kept their shtick going for 32 years, and the ravenous pack doesn't let up in their latest, Love and Jett. Hannah Cohen creates a musical space in Welcome Home where an exploration of identity is conducted with intimacy and vulnerability. While previously released demos from the year special edition, "Nobody's Girl" and "Throwin' Myself Away" would have fit perfectly on Gomez's Liquid Skin , given a little spit and polish, "Someday" is something else entirely.
Baroness return with their most ambitious work to date, while Pinkish Black continue to explore the endless possibilities of synth driven extreme music. He call'd so loud, that all the hollow Deep Of Hell resounded.
Princes, Potentates, [ ] Warriers , the Flowr of Heav'n , once yours, now lost, If such astonishment as this can sieze Eternal spirits; or have ye chos'n this place After the toyl of Battel to repose Your wearied vertue , for the ease you find [ ] To slumber here, as in the Vales of Heav'n?
Or in this abject posture have ye sworn To adore the Conquerour? Awake, arise, or be for ever fall'n. They heard, and were abasht , and up they sprung Upon the wing, as when men wont to watch On duty, sleeping found by whom they dread, Rouse and bestir themselves ere well awake.
Nor did they not perceave the evil plight [ ] In which they were, or the fierce pains not feel; Yet to thir Generals Voyce they soon obeyd Innumerable. As when the potent Rod Of Amrams Son in Egypts evill day Wav'd round the Coast, up call'd a pitchy cloud [ ] Of Locusts, warping on the Eastern Wind, That ore the Realm of impious Pharaoh hung Like Night, and darken'd all the Land of Nile : So numberless were those bad Angels seen Hovering on wing under the Cope of Hell [ ] 'Twixt upper, nether, and surrounding Fires; Till, as a signal giv'n , th' uplifted Spear Of thir great Sultan waving to direct Thir course, in even ballance down they light On the firm brimstone, and fill all the Plain; [ ] A multitude, like which the populous North Pour'd never from her frozen loyns , to pass Rhene or the Danaw, when her barbarous Sons Came like a Deluge on the South, and spread Beneath Gibralter to the Lybian sands.
Nor had they yet among the Sons of Eve Got them new Names , till wandring ore the Earth, [ ] Through Gods high sufferance for the tryal of man, By falsities and lyes the greatest part Of Mankind they corrupted to forsake God thir Creator, and th' invisible Glory of him that made them, to transform [ ] Oft to the Image of a Brute, a dorn'd With gay Religions full of Pomp and Gold, And Devils to adore for Deities : Then were they known to men by various Names, And various Idols through the Heathen World.
First Moloch, horrid King besmear'd with blood Of human sacrifice, and parents tears, Though for the noyse of Drums and Timbrels loud Thir childrens cries unheard , that past through fire [ ] To his grim Idol. Peor his other Name, when he entic'd Israel in Sittim on thir march from Nile To do him wanton rites, which cost them woe.
Yet thence his lustful Orgies he enlarg'd [ ] Even to that Hill of scandal , by the Grove Of Moloch homicide, lust hard by hate; Till good Josiah drove them thence to Hell. For Spirits when they please Can either Sex assume, or both; so soft And uncompounded is thir Essence pure , [ ] Not ti'd or manacl'd with joynt or limb, Nor founded on the brittle strength of bones, Like cumbrous flesh; but in what shape they choose Dilated or condens't , bright or obscure, Can execute thir aerie purposes, [ ] And works of love or enmity fulfill.
For those the Race of Israel oft forsook Thir living strength , and unfrequented left His righteous Altar, bowing lowly down To bestial Gods; for which thir heads as low [ ] Bow'd down in Battel , sunk before the Spear Of despicable foes. Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allur'd The Syrian Damsels to lament his fate In amorous dittyes all a Summers day, While smooth Adonis from his native Rock [ ] Ran purple to the Sea, suppos'd with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded: the Love-tale Infected Sions daughters with like heat, Whose wanton passions in the sacred Porch Ezekiel saw, when by the Vision led [ ] His eye survay'd the dark Idolatries Of alienated Judah.
He also against the house of God was bold: [ ] A Leper once he lost and gain'd a King, Ahaz his sottish Conquerour, whom he drew Gods Altar to disparage and displace For one of Syrian mode, whereon to burn His odious off'rings , and adore the Gods [ ] Whom he had vanquisht.
'The Paradise Never Lost' is a unique book of its kind to deal with the true nature of Enlightenment, Religion and Science. It describes the essential features of. PARADISE NEVER LOST. Tales from the hidden. Written by Mory Ghomshei. Foreword. Once upon a time, people told stories to each other. Alas, this ancient.
Belial came last, then whom a Spirit more lewd [ ] Fell not from Heaven, or more gross to love Vice for it self: To him no Temple stood Or Altar smoak'd ; yet who more oft then hee In Temples and at Altars, when the Priest Turns Atheist, as did Ely's Sons , who fill'd [ ] With lust and violence the house of God. Witness the Streets of Sodom, and that night In Gibeah, when the hospitable door Expos'd a Matron to avoid worse rape. All these and more came flocking; but with looks Down cast and damp, yet such wherein appear'd Obscure some glimps of joy, to have found thir chief Not in despair, to have found themselves not lost [ ] In loss it self; which on his count'nance cast Like doubtful hue: but he his wonted pride Soon recollecting, with high words, that bore Semblance of worth, not substance , gently rais'd Thir fainting courage, and dispel'd thir fears.
All in a moment through the gloom were seen Ten thousand Banners rise into the Air [ ] With Orient Colours waving: with them rose A Forest huge of Spears: and thronging Helms Appear'd , and serried shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable: Anon they move In perfect Phalanx to the Dorian mood [ ] Of Flutes and soft Recorders; such as rais'd To hight of noblest temper Hero's old Arming to Battel , and in stead of rage Deliberate valour breath'd , firm and unmov'd With dread of death to flight or foul retreat, [ ] Nor wanting power to mitigate and swage With solemn touches, troubl'd thoughts, and chase Anguish and doubt and fear and sorrow and pain From mortal or immortal minds.
Thus they Breathing united force with fixed thought [ ] Mov'd on in silence to soft Pipes that charm'd Thir painful steps o're the burnt soyle ; and now Advanc't in view, they stand, a horrid Front Of dreadful length and dazling Arms, in guise Of Warriers old with order'd Spear and Shield, [ ] Awaiting what command thir mighty Chief Had to impose: He through the armed Files Darts his experienc't eye, and soon traverse The whole Battalion views, thir order due, Thir visages and stature as of Gods, [ ] Thir number last he summs.
Thus far these beyond Compare of mortal prowess, yet observ'd Thir dread commander: he above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent [ ] Stood like a Towr ; his form had yet not lost All her Original brightness, nor appear'd Less then Arch Angel ruind, and th' excess Of Glory obscur'd : As when the Sun new ris'n Looks through the Horizontal misty Air [ ] Shorn of his Beams, or from behind the Moon In dim Eclips disastrous twilight sheds On half the Nations, and with fear of change Perplexes Monarchs.
Dark'n'd so, yet shon Above them all th' Arch Angel: but his face [ ] Deep scars of Thunder had intrencht , and care Sat on his faded cheek, but under Browes Of dauntless courage, and considerate Pride Waiting revenge: cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion to behold [ ] The fellows of his crime, the followers rather Far other once beheld in bliss condemn'd For ever now to have thir lot in pain, Millions of Spirits for his fault amerc't Of Heav'n , and from Eternal Splendors flung [ ] For his revolt, yet faithfull how they stood, Thir Glory witherd.
He now prepar'd [ ] To speak; whereat thir doubl'd Ranks they bend From wing to wing, and half enclose him round With all his Peers: attention held them mute. Thrice he assayd , and thrice in spight of scorn, Tears such as Angels weep , burst forth: at last [ ] Words interwove with sighs found out thir way.
O Myriads of immortal Spirits, O Powers Matchless, but with th' Almighty, and that strife Was not inglorious, though th' event was dire, As this place testifies, and this dire change [ ] Hateful to utter: but what power of mind Foreseeing or presaging, from the Depth Of knowledge past or present, could have fear'd , How such united force of Gods, how such As stood like these, could ever know repulse?
For mee be witness all the Host of Heav'n , [ ] If counsels different, or danger shun'd By me, have lost our hopes. But he who reigns Monarch in Heav'n , till then as one secure Sat on his Throne, upheld by old repute, Consent or custome , and his Regal State [ ] Put forth at full, but still his strength conceal'd , Which tempted our attempt, and wrought our fall.
Henceforth his might we know, and know our own So as not either to provoke, or dread New warr , provok't ; our better part remains [ ] To work in close design, by fraud or guile What force effected not: that he no less At length from us may find, who overcomes By force, hath overcome but half his foe.
But Eve was obdurate, and Adam finally consented that she should go alone to work. American Poets Magazine. Got them new Names, till wandring ore the Earth,. Sidonian Virgins paid thir Vows and Songs,. The poles of the earth were pushed aslant, and soon the effects of the changes were felt in heat, cold, wind, and storm.
But these thoughts Full Counsel must mature: Peace is despaird , [ ] For who can think Submission? Warr then, Warr Open or understood must be resolv'd. He spake: and to confirm his words, out-flew Millions of flaming swords, drawn from the thighs Of mighty Cherubim ; the sudden blaze [ ] Far round illumin'd hell: highly they rag'd Against the Highest, and fierce with grasped arms Clash'd on thir sounding Shields the din of war, Hurling defiance toward the vault of Heav'n.
There stood a Hill not far whose griesly top [ ] Belch'd fire and rowling smoak ; the rest entire Shon with a glossie scurff , undoubted sign That in his womb was hid metallic Ore, The work of Sulphur. Thither wing'd with speed A numerous Brigad hasten'd.
Mammon led them on, Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell From heav'n , for ev'n in heav'n his looks and thoughts [ ] Were always downward bent , admiring more The riches of Heav'ns pavement, trod'n Gold, Then aught divine or holy else enjoy'd In vision beatific : by him first Men also, and by his suggestion taught, [ ] Ransack'd the Center , and with impious hands Rifl'd the bowels of thir mother Earth For Treasures better hid. Soon had his crew Op'nd into the Hill a spacious wound And dig'd out ribs of Gold. Let none admire [ ] That riches grow in Hell; that soyle may best Deserve the precious bane.
And here let those Who boast in mortal things, and wond'ring tell Of Babel, and the works of Memphian Kings Learn how thir greatest Monuments of Fame, [ ] And Strength and Art are easily out-done By Spirits reprobate, and in an hour What in an age they with incessant toyle And hands innumerable scarce perform. Nigh on the Plain in many cells prepar'd , [ ] That underneath had veins of liquid fire Sluc'd from the Lake, a second multitude With wondrous Art found out the massie Ore, Severing each kind, and scum'd the Bullion dross: A third as soon had form'd within the ground [ ] A various mould , and from the boyling cells By strange conveyance fill'd each hollow nook, As in an Organ from one blast of wind To many a row of Pipes the sound-board breaths.
Th' ascending pile Stood fixt her stately highth , and strait the dores Op'ning thir brazen foulds discover wide Within, her ample spaces, o're the smooth [ ] And level pavement: from the arched roof Pendant by suttle Magic many a row Of Starry Lamps and blazing Cressets fed With Naphtha and Asphaltus yeilded light As from a sky. The hasty multitude [ ] Admiring enter'd , and the work some praise And some the Architect: his hand was known In Heav'n by many a Towred structure high, Where Scepter'd Angels held thir residence, And sat as Princes, whom the supreme King [ ] Exalted to such power, and gave to rule, Each in his Hierarchie , the Orders bright.