Sunday, December 6, 2020

"For Their Graves"
Primitive Temples 011
Edition of 10

For Their Graves belies the simple premise of a horror short to deliver an experiential reckoning with one’s own understanding of the unknown. The viewer is greeted with conventional images before transitioning in both startling and gradual movements toward an infernal symbolism which may or may not be indecipherable. A journey in which the exterior world is beheld and forsaken for interior psychogeographies. To contextualize this work within the cinematic landscape, imagine the following: the kinetic psychedelia of Jodorowsky condensed into a logic of stark blacks and whites; an 80s slasher flick infused with the narrative mysticism of Lynch; Kenneth Anger’s ritual Satanism for the digital age; a spiritualized Nick Zedd not on acid. Genre tropes are acknowledged and disregarded. Semblances of tradition can be parsed out. Traces of dialogue act as touchstones for the uninitiated. When all impurities have burned away, a mosaic of visions coalesce into a singular image both sacred and profane. 

For Their Graves was filmed in Portland, Maine in 2019 & 2020.

Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Primitive Temples 009
Edition of 75
Mastered by J.Stillings

A Lifetime of error.

Leg Market
"Final Arrangement"
Primitive Temples 008
Edition of 45
Mastered by J. Stillings

Elements of a Ligeti’s ethereal, disembodied choirs float atop an unsettling tone, swaying in diseased winds as the harpies beckon their unwitting victims near.  Approaching the tonal complexity and long-form tension of ecstatic vocal torture and electronic pulse that modern avant garde masters of the twentieth century like Luigi Nono brought, Leg Market initiates an atmosphere of paranoid delusion and wide-eyed dread to the late night listener. The listener is immersed in a dense bath of sound for a quarter hour before dissolving into tape machine stutter in its dying breath.

Saturday, November 24, 2018

"Void Spirit"
Primitive Temples 006
Edition of 68

In defiance of curses uttered in bullshit newsfeeds and utensil-shoved soft serve truth attempts, FRKSE takes a media studies drop-out lens to the lunacy of rotten narratives and false flag waving on a C62 of trauma buried in fragmented samples, radio silence, and drum machine fixations. This is a harsher approach than his usual sample-based exploits. 68 copies on hand stamped j-cards.
Fuck your free-speech rally.

Void Spirit video teaser

Goat Majesty
"Prophecy of the Black Spider"
Primitive Temples 005
Edition of 50

Funeral mood music and subterranean clatter from lone wolf of North East English noise Goat Majesty. Flickering dungeon candles are snuffed out by the stale damp air, as a lo-fi soundtrack plays to the advancing spread of thick black mold. There’s no hope here, just the distant sound of mournful organ, bass rumble and over modulated synths bubbling away toward the inevitable nothingness that awaits us all. Recommended listening for those who get nothing out of life.

Saturday, March 3, 2018

"Strange Mavens"
Primitive Temples 004
Edition of 125
Mastered by J. Stillings

A1Steel Hook Prostheses  Iron Bath Immersion
A2Theologian  Blood Groove
A3Xiphoid Dementia  Dead Endustry
A4Nycterent  Cross Of Endlessness
A5Climax Denial  Nobody Wants My Blood
A6Vhorb  Lifengrod
  Conspiracy (Bathory Cover)
B2Steeplechase  Extinction And Punishment
B3Deterge  C4H10F02P
B4Husere Grav  Ghost Sickness
B5FRKSE  Delusions
B6Scrotal Tear  Stand There In Chains Of Light
B7150 Lbs Of Terror  The End Was Black
B8Carl Kruger

Primitive Temples 003
Edition of 50
Mastered by J. Stillings

"VHORB is loss without words, without meaning. Pain amplified, looped, calculated, frozen in a free-fall of darkness, in perpetuity. Turning the release valve away from reason, demanding an act of surrender - where every auditory element expunged through exhaust is recycled and fed as barbed stimulus to the listener. The subtle touches of... restraint only act as a taunting momentary threat, as meditative screams & calls are powered by an undercurrent of rhythmic, lo-fi industrial rumblings. This 5-song demo is a transportive experience that immediately propels one into a position of submission - only to use gradual, organic treatment to cradle the listener into a waking dream of ambient solemnity. A unique harsh noise approach, from the minds responsible for Husere Grav & Ecocide."

-J. Morse

Vhorb are by no means black metal, but the essence of the project feels like it necessarily sits squarely adjacent to black metal. Kind of like very early Husere Grav (“Haunted Tomb,” “The Great Empty”) or maybe even Doppleganger. It edges right up and alongside black metal…pressing firmly against the structured walls…and leeches its shadows. The sticky umbra is then roughly shaped into semi-comprehensible entities. Presences that are formed from and then back into the formless.