THE WOUNDED KINGS The Shadow Over Atlantis (2010)
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
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The Wounded Kings
navigates the troubled waters, landscapes of a bloody past (generation of this) tragic, and gives the hearing one of the wonders of sound 2010 with The Shadow Over Atlantis , and cadaverous as original as their first effort, Embrace Of The Narrow House (2008) . This English band sounds certainly relatively close to Electric Wizard , and darker, more unhealthy, creating an atmosphere more unsettling in which we sucked, took to the senses. A clear voice captivating returned from beyond the grave, the Doom / Stoner resembling Psychedelic / Ambient bring a small block and short (just over 40 minutes to the last album) (without respite, relentlessly, we immersed the entire ample time); a universe in which we plunge into the abyss, we conveying to the depths of the malsainité human . Then enter the cave The Wounded Kings Anyway, we lost . The soil is imagination and we sail through the smoke in the middle of nowhere, defying gravity. Little by little, always clouded the vision, and it does leave us more, we discover a landscape sordid, dead trees, their sap dripping viscous yet, a few meters lower floor faded, worn, smell of a post-genocide . It also identifies yet, browsing the entity, planks of wood attacked by moisture, termites mutant; concrete melted and eroded by sewage, the centuries have performed their tasks to perfection, to the utter abjection, the peak of decadence, pourrissure absolute. The show is unique and grandiose lies before us remains plagued by death, behind a closed space open, walls covered with algae remains disproportionate blackish and yellowish as borders, as baptism beyond, we can feel the exhalation, emanation of volatile corpses which should more than survive the teething if we delve deep mud misty well. Sometimes, however, some remains of bones of one day living beings , is are seen, soiled by vultures and rodents, dragging here and there at the time of wrongdoing. We argue again and again without discontinuities, such as sleepwalking, sounds disturbing, captivating, that we can backtrack and we are fully owned.
Gently, we succumb to the lure of these steps creaking under the weight of a slight breeze and slowly penetrate the heart raw, empty, in this dreary house of crumbling wear which seems a considerable extent passed. This vast place of horror, we're going to permeate the atmosphere even more disgusting, dark. This wooded corridor sordid corroded sparingly, suggests that there have been sacrifices, willingly or unwillingly, and probably both. The steps discontinuous liquid acting chasm to the bowels, always deeper, the residence of the royal palace are clearly visible within seconds, but no trails lead through the point directly, we must suffer to be dead ...
The inventory is killing the souls could with the infamous ability to smell any gasoline. On our right , a large kitchen-style bloody appears in front of our minds now frozen with terror, we can read on the walls, the remains of hardened metal chairs, platform dissection of bodies, souls, infinite river of blood that was pouring, staining marking a tile devastated derusted at
cut with a knife. Sparkling with imagination of all that red, glowing eyes, burning like they were in heaven if they touched the sun , strikes down part of our thoughts, our being, lost forever, forever in the rubble of life
.
Then follows left and the huge living room, probably arriving to report the dining room still glowing body oils and various misfortunes, still warm, to the point. Inhalation is unbearable, causing anxiety, the fragrance exudes the time of infection, it is at the end with the contamination, gas, to the epidemic. How many bodies were lost here? How many suicides could he be? By what mechanisms? And murder ... This already exceeds understanding. We face the terrifying gloom to the foul instinct, the abject human race, full face, walls, light furniture in a state close to the State
decomposition is complete, it does there is more than cleaning residues, trimming. The bifurcation to the bathroom will attract little heaven at best traces of greenish blue in the middle of the fluid filling the bathtub rusty red. The search is optional. Shards of glass sparkling show our dismay our remains. The void in which we are staying alive set abyss, we weighed, the atmosphere unbearable nevertheless carries us beyond our consciousness, the sounds of chaos and plastered over the cracks of dirt takes us to loss of sight in this universe decadent, dislocating, subjugating. We keep a eternal echo.
Upstairs is also an option, just to push the boundaries for rampant, inert them will not, statistically
point, no need. The entrails approaches, the darkness obscured in opaque haze, to intense black, the gap appears, cuts into the descent, surely. The cellar, cemetery, overcrowding of dead bodies, the billions of teeth, and finally, the tomb is for us, we're here, we reach the ruins of time, this song, his voice rising in our beings, we voluntarily pushing more strictly dramatic. We traveled the unknown known biggest day, inspecting the space, royal, and hurt. Our bodies will dream again and again, this walk to clear moon, wandering forever clouded the path, contributing to its development in the afterlife, from beyond. Like a drug, we are bewitched, we can now do without.
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Friday, January 21, 2011
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Action (praxis) and contemplation (theoria) by St Maximus the Confessor
"Whoever is in love hello's or to apply absolutely action * or the contemplation ** . For without virtue and without the knowledge no one has ever been able to discover any way hello. In terms of virtue it sets her up with movement, stopping by deliberately thinking like a brake line, the impulse that leads to extravagance. As the AA conemplation, she decided to choose wisely what has been well thought out and considered. "
( 7th, Century, 62 )
* action = praxis = no action in the world but the action self, particularly bodily asceticism and liturgical prayer. The action can prepare and contemplation.
** contemplation = = theoria feel God's spiritual, heart and beyond prayer. The culmination ey tla transfiguration of praxis.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
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PLANNING FOR BURIAL Leaving (2009)
I left, I took off to other lands, leaving behind a pile of ashes, dead, planned a funeral certain. Planning For Burial
Leaving .
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awesome.postRock.hXc.drone.shoeGaze.dark.various.amazing Sunday, January 16, 2011
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HAWKWIND Blood of the Earth (2010)
1971 : In Search of Space.
2010 : Blood of the Earth. 
Imagine golds already been achieved. The space belongs to them now and have been for some time now, looking for him there over 41 years (Formed in 1969)
, Hawkwind
has indeed found , Hawkwind
Hawkwind opened a breach (B
risure made a sharp blade) in space-time, through the esoteric atmospheres offered, dedicating it to a few trails heirs lost psychedelic universe, can think in White Hills
, and Farflung more recently
USChristmas and an infinite number of groups of the best known dust ... No doubt that
Hawkwind USChristmas and an infinite number of groups of the best known dust ... No doubt that
and Space-Rock
are inseparable.
are inseparable.
. I Wandered far in lands unknown .. A career
if consistent can obviously be the point of a single foot of intensity throughout, but envy, she remained intact, the strength of the escape Inter-stellar is neglected, and Dave Brock
, its foundations and final remaining member of his birth is now back with
Blood of the Earth, an album as a return to earth after a few decades in the stars so, surely, to see , its foundations and final remaining member of his birth is now back with
damage, bloody
... So where is the myth
Hawkwind ... So where is the myth
now?
.. Until I came to my earthly home ..
Contrary to appearances that can bring this poor planet, there would not particularly black, dark backgrounds and dark, horror and death for most of the plays, but an immeasurable longing, purity, others calm skies, causing still more dreams and those that land does not. The group will demonstrate its charm, its status in relation to all training modern (not to mention countless shit pervasive mass destruction 'completely lost') , what remains to be made, and then he does there will be more than see
...
The first song, " Seahawks " completely atypical and highly synthesized sounds and space
relatively dark, disturbing
, it will be of Besides the passage most black of CD. Vortices encircle us and enchant us phonations small, destabilizing an already fragile soil. It is not possible to measure the terror abstruse as it is buried impressive; the malsainité beyond the psychedelic sounds that will leave room for a Drone
a similar feeling to lead "
Blood of the Earth
" interlude dronesque the same caliber. The landing seems complex in that polluted air, completing even Blood of the Earth
(not that ...) , indeed, none of their meaning will not be spared, in addition to the smell of sewage (though although on the surface) , the external vision leads to a bunch abject normal the remainder arising from clear springs ... The impression that emerges from this flange early album is flawless, Hawkwind do not let him down and embarks galaxy, his dreams, his den, to achieve win, to fuck a huge slap in the face to everyone. This interlude which I issued the body a little higher, actually sounds like an epilogue travel skeud fence ... And yet. The rest
we will countries in this group of nostalgic chimeric wondrous. Truly indefinable, waves of unknown atmospheres as clear as pure strike gently with the insistence of contemplative minds peaks for a paroxysm of pleasure. As if Hawkwind had created a loophole
ground to allow free passage to
endless
endless
confines of the Milky Way, jerking the flanges disgusting remaining deeply he despises, looking disintegrate at the rate of free fall in the fire-gravity. . Into the Void We Have to travel. Lost in the middle of nowhere , stunned by oscillations psychedelic multicolored tearful variations can be observed as entities in a first step, "
Wraith
"a monster
"a monster
Space-Rock worthy of the first flights of the group, the most direct and outspoken participant in the explosion which land is held. Despite legitimate concerns induced by this title, yet it is mostly the trouble to remember that we are in the presence of advanced musicians ages, but as you never know is still done, and nonsense.
Before continuing distribution, in order, slaps, a little digression is erected, along with " Green Machine", a song absolutely indefinable sailing nowhere in space and may extend either in whole Blood of the Earth . Most criticism came on the sound, too clean, too smooth, and also on the consistency of certain pieces, just as including the title mentioned above and can also, to highlight the differential
of this work, states
er "
er "
'd Better Believe It " an old song re-recorded for the occasion (present on Hall of the Mountain Grill , 1974) .
Firstly, I think that the evolution of the production is normal in so many years, in fact, we can not possibly expect to find an album by the same example In Search of Space Doremi Fasol or Latido . Explained above, the space has already been discovered, the sound and the songs are in a scholarly osmosis, as it were, differently, at the time. " Green Machine "
(From Niall Hone, who joined the group in 2008), passing the most romantic, is flown to sonic and guitars, walking through the stars in all Inocente without any weakfish, without any decompression, without the slightest shadow on his hovering glide, very properly, perhaps too cleanly, but why not, for a moment, stealing with impunity ...
. Drifting was silver beam. As for " You'd Better Believe i t
" it fits perfectly, it is all very sumptuous, this last group effort, resulting in landscapes
Rock-Psychedelic
Rock-Psychedelic
with a grace insane. The recovery of this particular title is no coincidence, Dave Brock him, the cosmic man , is more able to describe their drawings, designs, experiencing feelings of loss to be on land, desires to escape incessant authenticate the disaster and then slip away for eternity in the lands of
Orion
. For this, Hawkwind
. For this, Hawkwind
has recast his enthusiasm to the delight of a planet which has now strictly nothing to do, moving ever further in the atom in the universe, you'd better believe it ... Although Blood of the Earth seems to provide a comprehensive picture of compact and smooth after many plays, there is still, and by the way, it was heartening that the Songs are all more or less different, all have something unique to offer, there is not one to abandon, sending everyone into a body Heavenly specific enough to explore in all its splendor, the cosmos, a kind of psychedelic meeting on one tiny disc black and silver, to thrill ... That is, how Hawkwind hit a great shot, put the bar out of reach ... While " Comfy Chair " has a taste for renunciation, uplifting melancholy of elsewhere, "Sweet Obsession
" embeds in an atmosphere almost catchy
, referring to heaven; very dangerous but divinely directed, history certify again the amazing mastery of the group, which has literally taken over the whole known (The rest, their domain) .
. .. I Have inner visions Words depleted and the songs continue, I would even say the omission of the most prodigious, such as the unlikely " Inner Visions
. The entire system is solar questioned (It is not their problem that you wonder about the normality of the contents of your day slavery)
... In the middle of album, is shot through this old
... In the middle of album, is shot through this old
land or the delivery of psycho-weathering waves towards the sun and its surroundings? No doubt in any case that the inner vision of Hawkwind seems deeper than the black holes
, sorry for the insult, the infinite path space. The journey is the most extravagant, and the body, this flesh, these bones are breaking the sound forward, this penetrating voice. The space, nothingness is at hand, then around, wriggling and spirit, which absorb the light beams, will display his inherent enjoyment.
secret inside .. I Have Dreams. Thriving in its sphere onic s, v group has always and still further, the point of no return now invisible, scattered with a flange of souls everywhere in the solar atmosphere, and "Prometheus
"will still be sailing, flying, boat
Hawkwind horizons through crystal silver with these constantly sounds like asteroid tsunamis typhoons accompanied by shooting stars, clear voice surfing in outer space. The music evolves in a kind Post-Psychedelic , distressing ease. I can not define the entity deepest, where the space-time goes wrong at the climax, as the choice is complex, however, "
Prometheus" is a comet no astronomical center could not fall, lost in the stars.
But if only it all ... Blood of the Earth end his trip with " Sentinel", a decline in the endless universe, an absolute reverence for the earth and all known after their final visit. Inevitable, dreams elsewhere, a longing for the unattainable. A "highly Post-Rock always tinged with a psychedelic scholar harmonious, sounding the end of time Hawkwind
, memories of their explorations celestial, cosmic their travels, and your blood ... on earth.
Certainly, the time of salvation, withdrawal, cessation may last a few more minutes with the two bonus tracks are on basic editing, then double vinyl .. . Story to fill the vase overflow of emotion, full to empty itself. "Starshine " instrumental and "Sunship " as contemplation of the acquis, as the camera of Enter The Void sailing through the streets of psychedelic Tokyo except here, so sublime they shine, which carries ...
Time observations, Hawkwind is out of category, has crushed all his brightness, his entire flight, all the rest; and there is no doubt in my hand, Blood of the Earth had been album of 2010, and probably more.
. Is This The Reason; Deep Inside Our Minds.
To abridge, condense, synthesize, simplify, and avoid a time of daily reading too intense for three or four guys (By the way, girls, it is cabbage this album, you should consider ...) who pass on this page (And of course, resent point them, the cabbage side of the disc) (It also goes without saying that to take a slap by old will not be pleasing to the gentlemen, or sensual, for these gals) , so yes, summarize:
offers with Blood of the Earth one of the most significant is that evasion rather than a daydream, who will forget the desire to create a new country specific and extended in order to to cram billions of corpses that would please (sa) see.
.Space is dark it is so endless
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HAWKWIND Live Report, Glasgow (2010)
Hawkwind ... It's been bad, okay. This is undoubtedly a cult band, okay ... Sure, more than 40 years of existence, this may not impress, okay ... The absolute pioneers of psychedelic universe, it starts to do much besides m'enfin, okay also ...
Despite this and the relatively high up the concert, I did not have the clarity of the true magnitude crossing, the popularity of an unknown period of my small eyes because, no, this is not music scene for mass destruction, much dust, so to say, especially now ... This little concert imagined in my mind a little crush on this time around, which I expected nevertheless wonders particularly due to their new album in 2010, Blood of the Earth
(incidentally probably the best year in my hearing, for idiots who do not read the Chronicle),
would quickly adapt the terrible and terrifying reality.
would quickly adapt the terrible and terrifying reality.
Firstly, the room is huge, insanely great, leaves me speechless, although the void crushing places in the early evening. (M 're thoughts were rife indecency: Pardon? There is no more room 'underground' in this country?)
Two groups in the program, and my realization neuronal s' established with force when the first part, The Jokers , left the scene after a little less ... half an hour he was ... 19.45.
Glasgow, conquered land for
Hawkwind, seen in all forms on all t-shirts from a public increasingly widespread, the average age of a nursing home ... Or, I exaggerate, a little bit ...
Hawkwind, seen in all forms on all t-shirts from a public increasingly widespread, the average age of a nursing home ... Or, I exaggerate, a little bit ...
The show begins with two dancers who will be returning regularly throughout sparingly on stage during the entire sound wave, in all more psychedelic outfits and eccentric to each other, in the short drone of
interlude " Blood of the Earth" .
We embark in earnest in the torments of Hawkwind with their legendary song "You Should not Do That " which has not aged a bit, contrary to its performers, nearly 40 years after.
The fall in the abyss, the vanished Stellar, dissociation of the self, body, soul, the quartering of the members, the decay of flesh, the parallel universe ... Call it what you feel good, the fact is there, felt awesome. Nothing better to forget the time a few moments, the feeling of being here and the smell of death permeated.
Hawkwind us through the decades, rationally, centuries, irrationally, and needed time and again as a master of the universe of sound, without equal.
The audience of ABC 
, already won advance therefore was completely owned by the psychedelic riffs always, the visuals take us to the increasingly opposed
dementia group. It is true that one could predict that with
dementia group. It is true that one could predict that with
old, even mythical, on stage, we would feel less inclined to dive in these atmospheres, less draw by the scenic backdrop, but there is none, not .
Between the incredible music of another era as "Lord of Light
" "Sonic Attack
" or the extraordinary "
Brainstorm" and many others, we were served, stung to the skin for a comeback in the 1970s, in the grace that made up the group four decades earlier, but it was with "S
Pirit
of the Age" that osmosis unveiled its greatest extent, and this audience transcended repeating the chant 
Dave Brock, the last original member, and the latter offering a child's smile under the tree illusions. Hawkwind
not 
Dave Brock, the last original member, and the latter offering a child's smile under the tree illusions. Hawkwind death, contrary to ...
Hawkwind is actually more alive than ever
, we will identify more with songs old songs), but will merely "
Wraith " l Anthem 
Space-Rock hardcore, "
Prometheus", " 
Space-Rock hardcore, "Sentinel" and recall "You'd Better Believe It ", all of an emotion without fault.
The main concert impressive all points (even if I am course, critics would be easy too sure)
. The band seems happy to be on stage to play around with instruments and totally eccentric creators sounds from another space, dancers and visuals bring their doses to multiply the torments crazy ecstasy, the public responds now and ... the songs we can travel, for more than half past one (record certainly lost a few days later to GY! BE and its past two hours ...)
.
There will be that life, or rather death, to prevent
Hawkwind to push even further the nail ... Whatever, this is not a necessity, parallel galaxy is already created, and overlooks.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Ikusa Otome Suvia Subtitled
When an activity is appropriate for a spiritual life?
We
St. Theophanes the Recluse has addressed this issue in a match he had with a young woman who wanted to live a spiritual life, but felt hampered by the precipitation and distraction of life. She saw the world as a place where " everyone rushes in all directions as in a fit of anger, in pursuit of something that nobody can ever get." That's what she tells : " I could not see anything that could come from the soul. There are hugs empty, a disposition to do things for each other, and also mutual admiration. Everything is superficial ... Under the appearance hides a very different spirit .... What comedy. ... They bind, and force themselves to bully each other, nobody has his own will or any freedom. "
St. Theophanes has confirmed these observations on the nature of this life and he responded by quoting St. Macarius the Great.
" Children this age have become such wheat poured into the sieve of this land, and then dispersed among the dreams of this inconstant world, surrounded by endless unrest related to earthly concerns, desires and maze of hardware concepts. Satan shakes souls, and with a sieve, ie the cares of the world, it disperses the whole sinful human race. "
St. Macarius uses the image of an agricultural sieve where the grain is cast to show us how our earthly cares, our dreams and desires are the same for us, they randomly throw around. We are projected by our physical desires and thoughts scattered like grains of wheat are tossed in a sieve. We are constantly in motion, always involved in a turmoil uncertain. All this busyness that we experience is an endless quest to satisfy earthly desires which can never be fully satisfied. Underlying all this is our pride.
Saint Theophanes also said
" No matter how we hide his desires behind them is selfishness, which means you twist to its needs, or use you as an average. The goal is a trick ... everyone retreats into his own shell, unable to produce any heat. "
Such is the nature of life on earth. She continues to challenge us, drawing us into the next life drama. We often feel like a seed solitary, with no real friends or relationships to console us. Sometimes one finds an earthly comfort, but soon it turns into a disappointment. If it is not in our relations, we find it in our well-being with physical illness or accident. What does all this, they cried! What should we do?
Saint Theophanes said:
" you are, of course, impossible to escape everyone as much as possible but refuse to enter this circle of a worldly life. When he pulls you against your will, act as if you were not there, look but do not pay attention, listen but be deaf .... Outwardly, behave like everyone else, be simple and sincere, but you protect sympathies and attractions. "
can evaluate our business by recognizing that we are made up of several aspects and that all these must be moving at the same time. We have all the bodily needs that must be met: there is also the actions of the soul with the intelligence that continuously monitors, which means our will to choose freely, and our heart that seeks harmony, and we have in mind with his desire for what is good and beautiful.
All this must be together to live together as planned, Saint Theophanes says about this:
" Only when all our energies are in motion and that all our needs are met that man lives. But when only a small part of his energy is moving, and only a few of his needs are met, this life is not life. Everything works together as a unit. "
All aspects of your being must be considered in worldly activities. Examine your activities and evaluate how the body, mind and spirit are engaged. Is the activity ensures that your physical needs are taken into account properly, without excess, but only to a degree necessary for your well-being. Is it your understanding that your focused, remained clear, controlling your thoughts so that they are rational and seek the highest level of understanding. Is that your will is engaged in self-limitation vis-à-vis the excessive desires, and your heart is there with a sense of calm and harmony? Finally, do what your mind is mobilized and vigilant against any of you are doing so that you remain in the activity directed towards what is good in the eyes of God? If any aspect of your being is cantilevered, so you can say that this activity is not good for you spiritually.
(Quotes Spiritual life , Letter 4, 39-42, St. Theophanes the Recluse)
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