Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Fields of Nephilim



Last time I saw  Fields of The Nephilim was in London, at Shephards Bush 2008. Audience was with long rocks in leather and black hairs of old goths, the feeling almost ceremonial in the surrounding, everyone excited in serious mode. It was like a grand meeting of Nephilims all through.

This time it is in Stockholm, at Debaser Medis 2013.
Audience of Stockholm is the toughest crowd any artist could go up to. They linger in reptile mode, very closed, watching between halfclosed eyes of soul and mind, awaiting. There is no cheering as at a football game or a festival, if they love you they do. If they don't they say nothing. Some old goths are around, many actually, there is also some strange party crowd. They even clap hands to get the thing going during the concert, which is met with cold stare from the "real nephilim audience".

Organizer obviously has no clue of what they have booked. And a sunday night is worst eve of the week. Mostly everyone is hang overed. Of the club ppl anyway.

Expectations is high among the huge Fields of Nephilim fans, you can almost touch the feeling in the air.

Carl McCoy does his ordinary check up of the audience by wandering around a bit amongst us right before the concert, but as usual not many realizes it is really him.

Stage gets smoked down, lights shine bright upon the redish of the banderools that looks like cut out of wood. It is very beatiyful. Carl starts of by giving us some tunes of the new material. He stand with hands crossed over the microphone, bowed as if gathering energy before the music starts, and then there off we go. Feeling is confusion.

The sound is not the best, the teqnician or the equipments needs to get kiked.

Fields of The Nephilim, Stockholm 2013. Photo: NineIZ
For every tune Carl seems more and more irritated. He gets no contact with the audience. Not the way he needs. He seems to sigh and then gives us some old tunes and the audience responses immediately which gives him little bit of new hope maybe.

At the end of the concert he chants and it levitates, he pours out his own energies towards us and at least me is giving back what can be given. It is the feeling of  lifting from the ground on the inside. After he say thanks.

Every new material tune is starting off with little bells clinging as in a ceremony and McCoy clenching at the microphone stative gathering energie. It is as if we hear two concerts same concert. Very distinct what is from new material and what is not.




 
Tunes are like spring water from mountains rather then the dark flood from the sky am used to with them.

I get the feeling of to be somewhere after a funeral.

Don't know what he's been through lately, but it is as if he went back from the desert to see us again.

When he finish off I am not sure if this is AFTER or not.
Will he still be there. Will he leave. For ever.

The real thing happends after the concert for me.

The next days am been given signs of different kinds accompanied by the memory of Fields of Nephilim tunes inside me and it feels as if am in a chanted athmosphere given by Carl to me.
It's almost as if a gift is being received.

Whatever ceremony he did put us through it worked, that is for sure.

Today I keep hearing Last exit for the lost inside me and just had to write this review.








Saturday, October 6, 2012

The Shamen Nostalgia



Will Sinnott dead may 1991 may he rest in peace I called him Chris

In the end of the 80´s there were a club called Electric Garden in Stockholm. A project by Harry Byrne where he let new bands play before they got well known. The set with The Shamen was very cool. At one point they had this lovely blue ligth as if a fire was set and I got the vision of a camp fire. I try ask them about this stage set moment after the gig. I was trying to find out if this feeling of sad missing was visualized by the blue light, as blue stands for the feeling of missing.

Never got any answer. As soon as discover I was really a journalist and no groupie they sent me off to the manager Michael instead.
After the gig Chris asked me if I would come to their after party, and the girl "from the year before, as Chris said when I asked him about her" told me there were no after party actually.
Ah whatever, it was sure not.
Anyway, M stayed at my place for couple of days and next night Chris called and told they had nowhere to sleep, since they only got money for one night at hotel. I offered the band to sleep in my flat and that made M to call Harry Byrne that was kind enough to put them up at his home instead.
Ancient times.
Strange thing was, when I heard one of them was dead I was sure it was Chris. And it was. Strange meetings. Not so much interaction, still connection somewhere established. Life.
Don´t know why I call him Chris. His name was Will Sinnott. He died when they made this video you saw in the beginning of this post. Sad. Indeed.



Still think Blue as a Colour is about missing for them. Since the cover of this album En-Tact, that is a kind of tribut to Will Sin as he also was called, is blue. One day I will ask, if Angus stay alive for me to be able to do so, if he answers...is another question.

Am still curious of that moment in the stage performance from back then, the first time I experienced them at Electric Garden.




I can´t find the version of The Shamen´s You Make Me Feel that was never promoted. The EP Will Syn decided to release for promo use. Right before he died. So I put up another version, by ARCHIVE that is another band I truly like a lot. Even I believe their Fuck U song is their absolute best.

Electric Garden was a kind of orangeri made of  music. The Shamen was one of  the nice treats I just stumbled upon by accident within it´s wilderness. The meeting with Chris lived in my mind for so long. As the curiosity for the purpose of  that blue light. Shamanism is special.


Well, they made Boss Drum laters and songs like this


The song is not exactly my cup of tea when it comes to music, the video is kind of cool anyway.

Another interesting thing they did was the S2 Translation. Music based on human DNA.




Still, for me they are what they were in Electric Garden. A mixture of the music from Drop album and In Gorbachev we trust.







Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Debaser - Mass Murder Agenda - Fear of Domination - Grande

Mass Murder Agenda Live på rockklubben Debaser Slussen Stockholm 3 oktober 2012. Foto: NineIZ


Debaser är en liten klubb vid Slussen mitt i Stockholms City, alldeles bredvid Gamla Stan. När vi anländer, efter en middag på gamla Hyndans Hörna, är det inte öppet än. Snart fylls det dock på med rockkids. Den coolaste punkaren på stället lyckas dock bli utslängd efter första bandets spelning. Han blir så ledsen att han tar en silverfärgad tub till papperskorg med sig och trär den över huvudet, sen går han sakta därifrån som Tin Man i Sagan om OZ. Kanske röjde han för mycket till Grande. Ett märkligt band. Deras ljudbild var helt felmixad. Sångarens röst var för hög och hade behövt mindre diskant, ljudvolymens fokus låg på trummorna (hårda och bra) och basen. Men de ville ha det så.  Dock blev det lite tradigt med sångarens mellansnack á la fritidsledare. För mig då. Fast deras fans röjde som vore de värsta punkgänget. Och musikaliskt var de jävligt bra, det lilla man hörde genom ljudmixen.

Fear of Domination hade ett våldsamt utspel och de var ett bra uppvärmingsband för Mass Murder Agenda. Det var deras första spelning i Sverige. På slutet försökte de lära publiken svära på finska. Sångaren hade en utstyrsel som fick mig att tänka på Rammstein. Jag gillade hans brallor och sönderslitna tröja. Och läderarmbanden. Syntpojken hade skägg eller smink som såg ut som Gene Simmons tunga. Han var rätt kul. Hans luftgitarr gick inte av för hackor. De var hårda. Men inte som Mass Murder Agenda. (Länken är från en tidigare spelning i år - med annan trummis än ikväll)

 
Första giget i Sverige. Fear of Domination Debaser Slussen Stockholm 2012. Foto: NineIZ


Mass Murder Agenda fick publiken att headbanganga. Oktober 2012. Debaser. Foto: NineIZ 

När Mass Murder Agenda väl drog isär den svarta ridån och började spela föll allt på plats igen. Deras hårda rytmer slår an en känsla av lugn harmoni inuti hela mig. Martin hade rakat håret och var sminkad lite som Jocke med svarta stripes över huvudskålen. Blomman hade sin gasmask och den var dekorerad med nåt slags tentakler som fick mig att tänka på HP Lovecraft. Jocke var som vanligt nersölad som vore han kölhalad i  olja. Tristan hade geleat håret så det såg riktigt svettigt stylat ut. Trummisen Peter såg man inte mycket av men de skymtar jag fick gav ett delikat intryck. På deras TV apparater spelades filmsnuttar upp som jag skulle vilja ha som videor. De är så härligt visuella. En skön mix av film och scenshow.

Pink Floyd idén går igen beträffande det, men inte musikaliskt då förstås.

Nepp. Att se ett gig med detta band är att bli manglad och dragen i en sträckbänk. Inuti. Samtidigt. Skön känsla. Självtortyr av det mysiga slaget som den Familjen Addams ägnade sig åt i de gamla svart vita filmerna. Själslig massage. Och öron o ögon balsam. 
Det Mass Murder Agenda ger på scen i ett livegig går inte att få på skiva. De måste bara ses.

Well, went to a gig with Mass Murder Agenda again. They were hard and visual as expected. Very cool Live Act they are. The Finish band Fear Of Domination did their first gig ever in Sweden this night. A Swedish band called Grande opened for these bands. 
One of their fans got thrown out and went so sad that he took a silverish tube for trash can and put over his head and loomed away. Too bad. He was the only genuine punk rocker kid I saw this evening. He missed the head liners. And the club missed an interesting decor person for this evening. 

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Chaoz Sex and Corruption

Installation by Anniz

 

Installation by Anniz

"not so unexpected we found NineIZ totally alone softly humming Lilla Flickan Zombie by iodine Jupiter"

 In Sweden we have a poet and musician, named iodine Jupiter, that analyzes our world with brutal teqnicue. And with humour. He reaches out, and inside of the readers, by touching the most private zones. Sometimes the magic sphere, sometimes the religious, and this time the sexual. All is everytime within, since This Is Human. Still, this time he is totally smashing everything with brutality. 

In his last book, Fuck Around The Clock, he penetrated the idea of Sweden getting ass fucked by USA. In this new book Obscen Sanning (Obscene Truth),  he shows us how we ass fucks ourselfs in our society. 

Naaa, let me rephrase. 


He show us how Society Is of Today. 

The first book he ever published, in the 1980's, was Kommersialismens Manifest (The Manifesto of The Commercialism). Obscen Sanning really concludes the view. The consequences of commercialism. 
Its a fantastique picture of what commersialism does to the world. 

Brilliantly he even explains the Motorcycle gangs. The heroine in this book, Harley Jane Davidson,  is a used up little slave to society that finally takes the machine gun into her own hands and use the abusers own weapons against them. 
She uses SEX and Brutality. That's her machine gun. Sex in the concept of weapon to make another part submess. And the males loves it.

iodine Jupiter also makes us think a bit about the phedophilia debate.

We had a strange court act taking place in Sweden this year. An artist got his drawings of manga accused of being violenting the forbidness of use of children in porn. Very abstract, Very surrealistic. 
iodine Jupiter brings up the idea that the accusers maybe tells a lot of their own hidden desires.

Not by mentioning this court act, he doesn't mention this at all. But what he writes in his book just made me think of this. Especially the part about journalists.

This whole book is filled with lots of pictures that gives you reason to think. The business man, strict person, that crawls into a pile of dog shit naked in the park and then dresses up again and continue his walk to work, Little Abused boy who thinks he loves it in the end... and a whole bunch of aphorisms that makes me burst out in loud laughing while am reading...

Well, in short words, am sorry for you folks that doesnt understand Swedish. He is well worth reading this author. He makes you think. And he makes you laugh. And he makes you sad. And he surely rumbles the Swedish so they go totally numb before him. 

My friend Anniz made that art installation above. It sort of tells the story. To be with iodine Jupiter is to be alone. Since he is scary. Tells the truth in a way people dont know where to laugh or where to be upset. He makes everyone uncomfortable. 

I am not alone though.
We are lots of followers that admires his work. That endures in his wings of darkness. Is it magick or is it his social analyzes, doesnt matter. He is special. Thats all. And he got something to say. And he touches. The inner of you. 
Even if he made a very brutal book this time, that made me chooke in so many places. And even I prefer the romantic soft brutality as in Little Girl Zombie. Which is dark in a way any goth understands.  

Well, I don't like to discuss economy and the fact we are all slaves. That is a truth I rather hide under a pile of leaves than confronts. But thats me. 

Obscen Sanning is a social analyze written in serious dark humour and giving angst. Its kind of awesome. 
Too bad you wont be able to participate in reading it. He refuses to write in English. So far. 
Am awaiting the literal world of Sweden's reactions. So far, not so much happend. It was released the 6th of september. They might be to stressed out by working their asses off to even react. Or they might kill it with silence and then, bom, we get them copy cats writing their own story based on this idea. 
It will be thrilling to follow this event.


iodine Jupiter har gett ut en ny bok
Obscen sanning
rena porrboken

tänker på veganen som ville frälsa kvinnor in i vaganism genom att slicka dem
en kille i Milano som har ett skivbolag som ger ut vegan plattor (hahaha...vaganism...kul felskrivning där.. Veganism menade jag )

vill iodine frälsa människan in i en icke kommersiell ide genom att porra till det
var min fråga när jag läst klart
eller är det någon form av självbiografi samtidigt
mitt i all samhällskritik

den är jävligt intressant i alla fall

kommersialismens överherrar utnyttjar sin tjänarinna som sen blir ett mc-gäng som våldtar och plundrar

och sen en del om pedofilidebatten
på iodine Jupiter vis

Jag var på läsningen och releasepartyt på Strand
förra veckan

Giv mig min kvällslektyr sa jag till bokmannen
då log iodine Jupiter
han satt bredvid och signerade

Cover of the book Obscen Sanning

OBSCEN SANNING av iodine Jupiter /OBSCENE TRUTH by iodine Jupiter (swedish edition)

Kulturföreningen HFH 2012

Den obscena  sanningen är att allt styrs av sex. Sex som tecken på underkastelse. Sex som den fattiges vapen gentemot den starke. Företaget Människan är korrupt. Samhället är korrupt. Och med en skicklig metafor  förklarar iodine Jupiter också MC gängen.
Harley Jane Davidson är en duktig  liten slav i så  många år. Hennes chef utnyttjar henne brutalt, naturligtvis även privat.  Hon skolas in i att förstå hur det fungerar med livet. Och en dag så tar hon tömmarna själv i den vilda ritten livet synes vara. Hon blir en brutal maskin.

Men det är bara en liten del i denna bok. 


Den handlar i huvudsak om samhällskorruptionen i nutid.

Kommersialismens makt.

Det underliga i pedofildebatten.


När iodine Jupiter  analyserar den med sitt underfundiga sätt att leka med humor och allvar sätter man i halsen helt klart. Kulturjournalisterna synes frossa i sina egna dunkla begär kring barnen och samhället skriker avrättning fast med samma spända min som någon som fördömer porr. 

iodine Jupiter leker med tabun, träffsäkert slår han mot det mjukaste i det sjuka.
Som en katt. Som en mus. I en lek. På dödligt allvar.


Det är så här.

Otroligt sjukt.


Tänk efter, du ger ditt liv för företaget. Du har ingen egen tid. Du är företaget. Om du sexar chefen har du fördel tills chefen eller du tröttnar. Sen är du körd. Om du inte sexar chefen. Är du körd ändå. Eller?

 En gång hörde jag en  hora som sa att männen nyttjade henne och slängde bort henne som vore hon en vara så varför inte ta betalt för tjänsten.
kärlek ömhet respekt moral etik - begreppen har bytt utseende
om dom någonsin funnits
 (Byt sen ut dig själv mot begreppet samhälle-företag-nation-globalism och fundera)

iodine Jupiter skildrar vår döda värld vi lever i med skickliga grepp styr han oss in i spegeln av vad som pågår och visar på konsekvenserna

samhällskritik med socialinsikt på hög nivå
 naturligtvis måste du läsa boken och tänka lite för att se det
om du vill kan du läsa den som människor ser på Maplethorpe, förblindad av din egen hänförelse av att nån säger kuk och hetsa upp dig på ordet begreppet istället för att se vad som sägs men det är ditt val
för den som vill få en tankeställare om hur saker och ting står till finns det här en möjlighet


From the promotion video of Obscen Sanning






 


Tuesday, March 13, 2012

For a Change

For a Change

In Netherlands lives an artist I call rXg. His name is Romain Gros and this is from his project Fractales12.
I followed him now for nearly 5 or 6 years. He allows me to listen his music as he creates it and tells me lots of interesting things. It's a journey I wouldn't wish to been without. He is magical. 

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Frost





Frost from Satyricon. Would like to be sleeping in his rehearsalstudio - best sound - as a big embrace... 
Also would like to meet him again and maybe speak to him a bit - not just accidently nearly stealing his bracelets...as was the case the time I did an interview with Satyr, fortunately I discovered the bracelet in my bag before I left. It had slipped down from the wall where he had it hanging. (They were a bit amuzed and surprised I gave them back.)