Good evening, dear viewers and kind of cabaret Blyon Trier (oh I see still some spectators in the background). Welcome (and therefore welcome) for this little sequel to show that we offer the great magician of words and musical notes, I called the great, incredible, indescribable Vaerohn in after the first of the famous "Grotesque ". Only a small representation of letters, but as far as devilishly spicy rich Pensees Nocturnes eclipsing the star s (t) OLAR their dark curls. Popcorn on her lap and lollipop firmly planted in the oral cavity, take comfort place for a play in five acts guaranteed sex-clusive and totally fat-trout. And it's not on the Schubert Trout but the Wedding March by Mendelssohn, accompanied by applause from the crowd, that opens the curtain ... bloody
1) That was about two years that celebrated the union of Night Thoughts and The Cast of Shadows. How did you come to swear fidelity to each other and has decided to take the first step?
Everything here is a story of plurality. As rightly points out the popular proverb: the more one is ugly and the more hands, while "Night Thoughts, they, need a lot of attention you see. A Season Of Mist, A Nuclear Blast or Century Media One would clearly not enough so that players of the Shadow, it is already having to face! This small band of corrupt perverts had the poor little chickens in the crosshairs for a while, waiting patiently in the dark until the legal drinking age, as they say down home. 2) Your passion is it exclusive or are you loving impulses adulterers (as LADLO might be tempted to abandon its current monogamy)?
I understand that my runner began to listen to other backgrounds, with special attention to Eastern Europe because it is not too bad, it's cheaper and it is even a little sick: the splayfooted. But there is obviously nothing very clear yet, so if your heart says I urge you to don your costume Romanian inflamed (but gaff Hortefeux) on: prod@lesesacteursdelombre.com. For me, the jet-set cheap groupies shovel and torch-ass starts crawling on me seriously heavy but more details will come in time. Can I surreptitiously had the idea to ask a question specifically about the act of consumption of Conjungo, but I am excited at the last moment, the moment of deciding not to risk go further in terms of detail scabrous. It that some viewers may have brought with them their tender offspring ... In this case, rejoice (and do not forget to applaud the passage, as per those pesky customs) because we've got you covered for these sweet cherubs who may benefit from the cabinet "is not rocket science: Pharmaceutical Chemistry in Everyday Life" courtesy of LADLO the first 666 spectators who will lift the left foot. On your marks! ... Ready? ... Go! ...
3) Among the thousand and one circulating substances and reacts according to complex chemical reactions in your cerebral cortex, which ones led to the synthesis of Vacuum ®? Requirements and / or cons-indications for this first formulation?
Whether musically or conceptually Vacuum is actually the work of a virgin's neck, a stripling unmonumented technical or existential, convinced that borrowing the role of mourner lost would be salutary. It's kind of rough draft of album that should have stayed in my drawer cachoteries, among my declarations of love for Ms. Spears sulphurous and corpses of my parakeets favorite kid those that I did agree to let stand underground when the cuckoo past. Ah youth ... Now the album is sold out, and will remain so, history can not accuse me of abuse of musical goods. (Sorry for not having seized your big night perch stories of sailors, but personally I do not eat this bread there). 4) A product as if all the experimental (Un) likely to leave a taste of imperfection or awkwardness, and today you seem to reject all your old bottles and other brain beakers. Appears to you does not it unfair knowing that without the synthesis of Vacuum ®, without this step preparation, Grotesque ® new formulation would perhaps not as rich nor as profound and accomplished?
One of the most venerable religious that France has never worn his holy, Sein stocky, inventor of the "crazy women at Mass" and thereby of spoonerisms, but also illustrates drinker Amateur girl and freshly knocked up (preferably at the time when the hoods would not run even the drawers), stated that, as the bagpipe, the man must have a full stomach if he wants to sound good - ass - (let's admit that the Healthy Rabelais was still occasionally puns well rotted like: "The great God made the planets and we make clear the dishes"). Now this is only the composition of Vacuum, it was not my belly that lacked full but rather my mind, sadly too simplistic. Is that when we talk about philosophy in Black Metalheads, is believed to result Cioran, Schopenhauer, Kierkegaard and other radically pessimistic thoughts that had vehemently decided to camp on my bedside table in these dark times of crisis childishly existential. But now the youngster has matured, psychologically at least, and he now prefers the impertinence of Diogenes the cynic, the clownish satire of Cyrano de Bergerac or ribaldry of Alcofribas Nasier, short, mocking laugh Democritus rather than the weeping Heraclitus. For a current which set itself the goal of fighting austerity, fanaticism, hatred of self and the world grows, in particular, Catholicism I must admit surprised that Black Metal has opted for exactly the same thing ... ... Although the authors mentioned above are not strictly atheist, I believe there is nothing better than mockery, lightweight, self-deprecating and the cynical tradition more or less traditional, in any case very ridiculous, which are still law in our daily lives. For almost 30 years since the WB is, the world still has not changed a lot of mouth? That's for the conceptual background, and I cling to your question, being stocky doctor (unexpected somersault), it seems Clearly, any lab passes inexorably through phases of failure before finding the new opium that will revolutionize the world of junkies. But must still refrain from sharing these unhealthy concoctions otherwise alter the fragile ruling of the metal mass. As to force the dogs to eat dry food industry all their lives, they can enjoy exemption as it should be a grand cru classé. The idiots! The metalheads are real vinegar flies, dung beetles proud flowing merrily on shit they were always served without ever being able to step back. Yet a mere sniff is enough ... No one must be honest Vacuum nothing of an album, it's a true rag, a semblance of rough at best. Use your ears and stop drinking the crap they offer you. Reviews are not gospel, far from it.
"A good man, a man of sense, what one believes tousjours dict and finds him in writing he" ...
These delicious pieces of wafer are Carefully distributed to the crowd of famous Grotesque ® capsules. Feel, while in the body absorbs the Grotesque ® and acts, as feeling it sweeps as it explodes, as he sprayed the retention of the previous interval. Look away innocent, protect the chaste ears because of the backstage suddenly appears an orgiastic orgy. Rough elements of black metal bands malicious violation of classical poses unusual coitus brutal elements unexpectedly jazzy and bluesy, drowned in cries of bellowing and neurotics of retards. Place unholy communion! ...
5) The Grotesque Does it really make sense? ... The shambles compositions assumed a priori incoherent ... And contrary to the strong narrative aspect emerging from multiple listening, the allegorical frame where nothing seems left to chance, thus retaining to fall into disorder in the broadest sense of the term ... The messy I see parallels between your work and this quote from Gustave Flaubert addressed to George Sand seem particularly interesting to study. I'll propose it as food (the quote ... just like George Sand there ... if you find to your taste, of course) ...
The Grotesque is fuck finger deep in this society of ever faster, ever more entertaining and hence always emptier than the Black Metal today illustrates perfectly; is shrieking gaunt codes and traditions of musical genres so pathetic that most "artists", incapable of passing are forced to make a virtue of necessity, is pissed off at the mouth of listeners who chialent like cows when the full responses to interviews are more than three lines and they do not include references insinuated, is to lose customers in a maze of vibration despite the fact that most do not have the guts to create an output: it is royally contrefoutre what is expected of you and that the project can become pregnant is in good fatalistic, vomit on the certainty and fanaticism with autism who pull the strings in this world is cowardly to stand back to giggling society and the condition of everyone in his bosom is to prefer the boots and the mud to the sun and the crowds, try not to be to understand, requires skepticism, admitted his inability to construct a coherent and logical world, it's the shoulder for a moment the role of omnipotent creator and enjoy total freedom and absolute one and cons all, is, in short, understand that Man is the measure of all things and this man, this is not the society, history, culture, political correctness, bonds, the rumors and common places, but it's you. Thus, even though I never tried the spa / brothel (-ic), the grotesque, as the small winding road lost in the forest has many trails abandoned and hidden meanings, while the highway, it is one way. The mushrooms are not under the footsteps of the crowd, nor do they fall from the sky. 6) "Grotesque" a complexity of structure used as a means or end?
Means. Without hesitation. You have to play with music, to talk, stir emotions, thinking day and night, same dream, and filled with fine details and delicate attentions never reluctant to innovation. You have to add layers, remove the work firmly always taking the lead, turning in all directions and pull from all sides, to breath, to the point where inspiration comes more: when you are completely emptied. And at this point, few will dwell forever on the detailed course of their efforts. They prefer to sleep with their music than listening. The songs are a means, they are made to serve us. 7) Rahu, the serpent of Hindu mythology, was announced on the third song. Patatrak And, here was this handsome devil invests the scene in the middle of "Monosi, the fifth, running a hypnotic dance detour bridge to the mystical atmosphere, then finds himself charmed by a heady air accordion accompanied by a solo tortured. Reptilian whim of the creator of the show or the beast in question? Deliberate blurring, if not the eggs, at least the tracks? Provocative act of questioning or breaking, if not three-legged duck, at least to the rule "an item or concept = precise definition"? Or ... meaning even more convoluted than the meanderings of a rattlesnake?
To return to the previous question and thereby illustrate the response process, the comings and goings and continual frantic images or ideas between different acts must be some kind of mix malicious pleasure of tangling between consumers while losing brushes and will form a certain unity within the opus. An album of PR is not a sort of compilation of tracks put together until a sufficient duration to its marketing: it is a thinking entity in its entirety from the start and it does not seem absurd that its protagonists are able to make several appearances. For the story is Rahu, like Sisyphus, condemned forever to perform an action and therefore pointless and repetitive, without going into details, Camus is the key to understanding why he lets her forked tongue here. ; 8) Can you conceive that "Grotesque" to be qualified by its structures and events particularly unusual, entertaining or amusing, while the complex mechanisms that animate artistic contain thousands of meaning deeper than the mere entertainment within the reach of the hoi polloi mechanically applauding when he balance of the spectacular (at least this is how I interpret the meaning of the opening)? Where do you situate the cursor "Grotesque" on both ends of the scale, art and entertainment, which may be of a priori meaning antagonists? And in a more personal, how do you feel in you hand between the artist and entertainer?
You're right: our society revolves mainly around the light entertainment and shallow but still spectacular in which laughter and crude fat is a regular at home. A joke made in caramel Ruquier the American reality show with two bullets through the ass of the Mick Young, the concept of humor has changed a lot since Desproges and The Tomboy, rigorously following the falling slope of the intellectual level of any public display. The only way to survive in this world of superficiality license is to score from the mass of Mount Rush and down briskly, caught in a vacuum and speed, the brain resting quietly at home . Submit an angle of attack is too high so obviously suicide media but it can stay in the shade of a production sustainable and, as stated previously, the sun is not my thing. Thus, even if my prose is not the most obvious evidence, laughter finally in PN under more than fun sarcasm. Unfortunately it should not play the innocent and it is clear that exposure has received the project is mainly due to his affinity with the unconventional and the sensational, he is immersed in this continually REVOM redigested What the WB and warmed over twenty years. However I never stopped pest-er against this kind of approach in the first degree and this preference for form over substance, which emphasizes quick reflection. So today I come to a kind of contempt for the system of consumption (as little profit as it may be) that assigns all power to the client-king, thereby reducing the musician to a mere puppet: whose sole function is to please the childish pleasure of a listener capricious. I'm a bit jaded to take the role of public buffoon, this entertainer mourner gothopouffe believed satisfied with a generous "thank you for the add. The future of PR will clearly not taken an step further towards the top 50 "Black Metal is too much ball." You saw. 9) Through its many hidden meanings as ambivalent, "Grotesque" seems to fit the perception of everyone that can find its own resonance, its own interpretations. Would not there be a preview of the monos, in individuality conceals thousand personalities depending on who finds it face? In this, can we even say that "Grotesque" is a universal work?
You're absolutely right! Grotesque the first stage of my secret and tyrannical conquest of humanity for having deliberately plunge the world into a collapse of values, a chaos without moral nihilism carefully cultivated and blooming. I also began to identify a large number of fanatical followers all over the sphere, my friends from the Mongols to urban African tribes peaceful and free, through the proud Indian Americanized made in China and even my most Dear supporters, the warm Inuit masters of floating ice. The infernal mechanism is running, soon the world will only mess and bazaar which decomposed I would be the only Sovereign! Not frankly, I think the notion of universality is one of the most incredibly stupid ideas that the biped has never claimed to invent. Autolâtrie when you hold us ... Even the great Levi-Strauss, who saw in the prohibition of incest between a rule all civilized people was in the wrong in that, within certain tribes of ancient Egypt, the deflowering of young girls must necessarily pass through the father-in trouble, failing that, to be treated like real whores.
Who, except religious and moralistic Sunday morning would pretend to call, write or think for all of humanity? In a world where information is immediate, where distances are reduced and so monstrously in which confrontation with a brain formatted by an operating system is more non-Western qu'aisée, how to show enough pride to make even just a hint of universalist thinking? Grotesque is not a universal work, much less the musical mold of everyone. The music is not universal: since it is time limited to material resources at the time, cultural evolution as a reflection of current artistic and societal particularly as related to education and the environment of everyone. Anyone purporting to treat his own vision of art as an absolute model of beauty can be a miserable autistic incapable of self-criticism and beliefs into perspective. The psycho-acoustic proves impossible to generalize well even if the appreciation of decibels in each frequency range for all individuals. Nobody hears never the same thing is physiological. And non-belief, I would leave it up to the big head Devos concluded: "I happened to listen to a deaf man. He did not hear better.. "
Grotesque is therefore the sole reflection of my own subjectivity, diverse and damaged, but no acquaintance with any notion of universality. As a Westerner, especially as it metallers thee obviously quite easy to dive into this album, but this affinity is certainly not common to all the world.
The concern is that our entire world view is based on the concepts and binary Manichean good / bad, ugly / beautiful, good / bad, left / right and the whole system revolves around music. It is therefore not easy to be modest in relation to a piece that leaves us indifferent, especially when attached to a portion of the population that we dislike. You're one of the few columnists to have captured the interest to separate from the mechanism conferring the status of objective authority in the subjectivity of versatile columnist King. And I congratulate you.
So getting back to your question, Grotesque is complex because human nature, the world and life are complex. PN does not develop a universal vision of the world and nominalist but suggests that words, concepts, images or any interpretation which allows us to represent the reality remains that no tools and does not replace the material. A triangle, a straight "1 +1 = 2", all this is true only in our minds for unity and infinity have no real existence. Similarly we can reduce the emotions of a biped using simplistic words like sad, calm, happy, wicked, funny ... Human nature is still a bit more complex than that and PN task simply be an expression of this evidence.
Illusion or (ir) reality? Hallucinations or (un) certainties? The spatio-temporal wither ... ambivalent elements coalesce, intermingle to do more than make everything ... But where the universal entropic process is reversed, it continues and is accentuated by elsewhere. Where each merge, the other fission and the individual multiplies in a host of entities. Now, nobody knows if it is a more or if several of them into a whole ...
10) The creators say they are often accompanied by a muse, a kind of chimera represent their inspiration. What has your look and facies Euterpe, and you whispered it in your long sleepless nights during which your thoughts are born at night?
If only there was a ... I think the most influential mainly belong to the race of two sluts in (contaminated) and head of dirty ass, forever immersed in their dress tired of superficiality and existential climate singularly obsessed with the Paris region in the hope that the rate solar radiation married to their mud bath epidermal weekly respects their skin color polluted fumes suffocating Paris from an early age. I also with great consideration the morning walk penguins dressed: this gathering of proud and docile pawns that warm jointly by rubbing the rind and reciprocal compression, rocked the shrill squeaks of the RER, this contest daily finest ceremonial dress who, but a medal of honor, takes place in social sign: to believe that shoes are better at talking to people that music. Much stop there and conclude by admitting that men amuse me: I observe more and more I love them. Proud and majestic, running after other people's eyes, the honors, the concern of good little family and the delicate Scratch'n behind the ear, without ever taking a single second of time for them to listen, understand and love. The fault who? So capitalism conqueror who crushes us everyday more and more imposing this dictatorship of the image and asking the apex of the personalities to admire blondes mindless and blessed feet. Of the megaphone that democracy gives voice to people who have nothing to say, the glass cage as an intimacy through Facebook and co, the special "10 ways to lose your greedy little beads before the summer "annual sells over the last Coffe, yet the price leader Price, what course the mass she crossed to forget that good beer and good sauciflard before a good nanar it's worth all the gold in the world? gentlemen and ladies, waiting for your blinders removed unlikely, I love you and greet you loudly!
A word bastard looks like Michael Gerard Joseph.
11) "Grotesque" was an opportunity for you to invite many of the most prestigious composers. Nothing on "Thokk" we find Edvard Grieg directing the melancholy death of Åse and Giuseppe Verdi's powerful leading Dies IREA's Requiem. By what means did you believe in and join you? How choice was dictated passages to be performed and what was the latitude that you have left to these two illustrious personages in their interpretation?
I actually had to bend to the abundant prayers for composers wishing to participate in this wonderful warm adventure that is PN and consent to the participation of some virtuoso fingering. You have quoted the most interested and most eager to promote the exercise of that were Edvard and Guigui but others, such as Berlioz, Mahler, Brahms and Tchaikovsky did not quote them, held by decency and propriety to be discreet and have therefore worked in the shade dazzling my rantings. It is really not easy to incorporate such partitions in his own works, which is shared between the intention is not to repeat them identically to prevent plagiarism and the need to respect the original works modestly on pain of falling under the yoke of submission. So the fact that some references are more obvious than others to identify, while the final incarnation of a kind musical quiz weekly trend in female Grotesque. The album was also originally titled "Exclusive: 54 minutes to test the music lover who is hiding in you! . But it did not please Gerald. 12) Let us, for the twelfth stroke of midnight, the famous cuckoo, despite an appearance of the fugitive, has irreparably marked the spirits ... to a point where it would amount almost to the rank of mascot Thoughts of Night! ... And you still risk having to drag your left after a while ... This guy Cuckoo's fate like a jack in the box "Hel". Hel is the daughter of Loki, God himself 13th in Norse mythology ... a clever way to use something frivolous to make fun of and generally Paraskavedekatriaphobia superstitions and legends? And the image of Thokk, who is none other than Loki coating his disguise ... a parallel with multiple disguises that tricked you the meaning of your work? An extrapolation of human behavior, much like an onion, is multiple skins to disguise his true inner nature?
we've reached the end of the interview and your brain overheating as you do not seem to see the beam that you burst the abscess. Hel is simply the goddess of death, this here singularly latter being debunked by the memory of passing time with cursive merry cuckoo incursion, History of reminding conscience that seems odd to do all the hay needle beam event altogether rather brief and commonplace. After death, bereavement. Baldr was killed by Loki, is offered the opportunity to leave the underworld on the condition that every being on earth mourns his loss. Only a giant among all individuals refused to bow to the game and I'll take it for a thousand: it is Thokk. Thus the fact that the seventh and penultimate act of Grotesque ends with the banal "The graves are much more than flowery beds of death", the incarnation of individualism hypocrisy of modern man. To continue the thought of Onfray, we now call barbaric peoples that practice cannibalism by accompanying the same deceased in the afterlife and civilized call letting go alone and in a hospital bed austere ancestors end of life, we are concerned by worries of our everyday life. It's not you who spoke of Universal?
The 12th shot midnight sounds and everything suddenly resumed its original form: the elegant carriage returns pumpkin, proud horses revert mouse, dog tick returns, the footmen again become froglets as actors and audience back to reality ... or at least what they believe to be such ... The show ends and the time is now to bow ...
Thirteen shots to shoot my bow? You do not drip trays to me too ... for once. At the same time the few ratings that we survived it fall locker hooks and better not go on forever too. Thank you to you for pole strained puns drawn by horses and saucy pictures. The next time for new adventures! Hoping the rotten puns and cumbersome syntax do not already have discouraged to go further if they are there.
Curtain, while the cuckoo Teddy joins in wishing you good night ... small
That sand is coarse. And oozes the island.
Interview by Vinterdrøm
