Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Enjoy this apocalyptic damnation
HANZEL AND GRETYL –
SCHEISSMESSIAH
One thing is
sure it is not baroque Venetian music, but it is stronger and more powerful
than anything the underlings from Seattle
What about a
second hearing with a little bit more attention to the details, sir!
With great
pleasure, Herr Kaiser, mein Herr. With great pleasure.
It all starts
with church bells and a sermon about the beast that is inside us and is eating
us up, that beast has a name, a human name, but you need finesse and
intelligence to read that name, and that name is 666, the beast, in other words
Lust, a threesome fallatio in other words. Lust is the Beast within you, the
beast that wants to consume you. Prosit, my friends. It is said the beast will
just leave behind and beyond its repast two meat balls in the shape of bollocks,
or is it buttocks, for you to suck on in your free time.
Then you can
stand up and get up on the stool and reach out the arms of the cross and just
start enjoying your own crucifixion and all the torturing you will have to go
through in the hands of God and under the fingers of Lust, hanging from the
arms of a Saint Andrew’s cross in the middle of the village square with dogs
and kids authorized to do anything nasty they want and first of all rip off
your clothes to be able to crush their cigarettes on your flesh, to use their
lighters to burn you skin and you hairs, in one word to enjoy themselves at
your yelling shouting howling expense.
“Fikk Dich Mit
Fire” is a sublime frenetic beating up of your meat with fire up your dark door
and fire in your hand on the front handle. What happens is exactly what is
written in the title. You are fucked front and back with fire. And for you to
hear the hammers driving the nails into your hands and feet into the cross the
text is repetitive and groups of four of any repeated phrases are essential to
give you the taste of that cross and the hammer can of course slip from the
head of the nail to some of your bones, but who cares since you will never come
back when you are finally gone. You will never need your bones any more. You
will have been saved into becoming a pure spirit, and you can even think you
are a soul if your god is a soul-making god.
“The “Kaiser
Von Shizer” has little to say. He does not speak with words but with the big
bertha of his farting mouth and this time he rejects salvoes of fire for you to
enjoy how he is abusing you sexually in all holes and conduits, into the ears,
the eyes, and so many other apertures. And no resistance is possible against
this Emperor. You can always get your countertenor voice of a castrato , or
maybe your soprano voice of a doppelganger, floating and flying around in the
background. That will not stop the Kaiser who has decided to turn you into a
motherfucker grilled hamburger.
But liberation
comes with “Disko Fire Scheiss Messiah”. The Lord liberates you from your
bondage. You can finally get free and enjoy the freedom of divine grace. But
before that salvation you have to go through the epiphany of sulphur and fire,
of complete elimination, or is it satisfaction, of all your instincts and
impulses, and the body along with them since the body is the carrier of the
orgasmic message, and everything material in that body made of dust (dust to
dust), earth (man from clay, Adam from Adamah) and of course Scheisse (the
perfect fertilizer of all times). But here we reach the total contradiction
that this Scheisse is also the messiah himself. Is the Messiah made of Scheisse,
or is he the one who brings Scheisse to our Last Supper, or is he the one who
destroys all that Scheisse with archangelic fire? Who cares! We are floating in
an ocean of Scheisse
The next track,
“Blut! Zex! Fire!” should bring you to the final truth that nothing exists,
that everything is delusional and everyone is delirious. In fact I just wonder
if this piece is not advertising for Zex, that Zex that brings fire into your
nerves and tripes and flesh, the fire of exhilaration and derangement and pure
blissful pleasure. This music in a way is so onanistic and so masturbational.
You have to let your own wild desires flow and fly and give them a hand if you
can or even ten fingers of Schnapps to even amplify the delirium tremens of the
passion, of the eruption that makes you ejaculate the name of the lord in vain,
not really by the way, since your ejaculating the name of the lord enables you
to get to the topmost bliss on earth: cumming over and over again and with no
blue pill of any kind, just that music that drowns you in a sea of fiery cum.
“Burning Bush”
comes after this sexual high. Then God can speak to you via a burning bush and
you can hear the whimpering pleasure of the fornicating mother copulators in
the back, and that will never be enough. So an extra track will lead you even
deeper into that tsunami of hormonal fluids.
Welcome to the
“Scheissway To Hell” and there you can at last just try to recuperate after
your multiple orgasms waiting for and expecting the next stage. Along that way
to hell you will hear a few church bells again to remind you of the simple fact
that after orgasm comes communion, after enjoying the body of your Christ or
you Mary Magdalena, or both, you have to receive the body of the Lord to
prepare you for purification. Don’t be afraid of the monstrous monstrosities
that howl around you. They are the minions of God and the real face of guardian
angels. You are in good hands and in good bleeding teeth and you will be like
all new in a minute to be purified into serving again for the glory of your
Lord and God, Herr Kaiser, Maestro Penis, Doctor Phallus and all their plugs
and sockets.
“And we shall
Purify” has come and with it the great change and the seventh generation, the
apocalypse of your sorry life into the purity of the next life. You have to be
sanctified, via crucifixion and then with the help of a demonizer that will
purify you. That’s the great mystery of this Gospel: the saviour is the one who
can demonize you. There is no purification but beyond demonization and
crucifixion; And beyond you will reach obsessive destruction into resurrection,
and a few church bells of course. You will be sadistic with your personal masochism and masochistic with your own sadism
and you will never know how far you can go because there will always be one
more step on the way, one more stage on the road one more station on the track.
Now it is time
for the revelation of the “10th
Circle
And Handel is
waiting for you with his “Hallelujah” but it is not longer a welcoming song to
heaven but to Hell and it is more Hellalujah than a nothing else though the
musicians of German tradition have avoided the an easy Heili Heilo Heillalujah
that everyone was expecting but you can’t have the devil and God together, so
they kept the devil and got rid of all the saints who like final solutions too
much. And obviously the closing word is “The power of God has freed us.”
So we can get
onto the last instrumental piece, “Purity”, that sounds in a way like some
cosmic interstellar galactic mission beyond the material reality of our small
tellurianesque universe. We are reaching beyond the Space Odyssey of old and we
are fully engaged in the Viagratic blue pill and amphetaminic red pill saga. We
can go back onto the Argo of our senses, the Titanic of our impulses, the Queen
Elizabeth of our passions and meet with a new iceberg to get down into the
erotic hole of the ocean and directly into the underground hell of fire.
Dr Jacques COULARDEAU
# posted by Dr. Jacques COULARDEAU @ 12:17 AM 
