Cryptic Inscriptions

Jan/Feb Issue

Been busy as ever with various musical endeavors and personal stuff, but as always here is the next issue of Cryptic Inscriptions:

Reviews by Joe:

The Corpse in the Crawl Space" Let there be Corspe" LP, Unknown..., Braveyoung "We are Lonely Animals" LP and Earth "Bees Made Honey from the Lions Skull" LP

Reviews by Masami:

Vishudda Kail "Psenodakh" LP Review and Raccoo-oo-oon "Is Night People" LP Review

Poems by Joe:

The Essence of Tempetation and Execution by Persecution

Poems by Masami:

Wilderness of Wormwood, Lands Not Far and Family Tree.

Until the March/April issue enjoy...

Family Tree

Distant roots lie severed across the earth, As these broken branches decay in each other’s embrace, This sense of memory taking you by the hand through vague glimpses of forgotten conversations & strange photographs, & these hot white bullets painted the canvas that leaked my shadow unto this liquid surface, But I ponder who were they beyond this veil? & the axes blade is driven into the tree.... While year after year these faces fall like flies. For it seems few run side by side into eternity with this wild pack. Their veins warm solely for the hunt, & the axes blade is driven into the tree once more... Sap draining from its opened wound. Its once sturdy trunk tilting towards the fallen foliage of forests forgotten, & how the huntsmen only seem to appear at banquets & feasts. While some just drift like ghosts into the golden woods, buried as that strangers voice, the one you never knew. That bursting seed that broke you through, & these ink blotted characters will fill in the lines they never bothered to gaze into. That shattered mirror trying to piece itself together into a portrait of calm seas & cloudless skies, but that rusty ax is numb to sensation. Driving one final blow into this aging trees murmuring heart, & now there it lies soundless, As the snarling coyotes prowl around its fallen body, but cry not weeping willow for it was only a theater of mirrors in which your charms so merrily entertained.

Execution by Persecution

Creativity Instigates fear. A true artist is revered. One can’t see past the costumed figure. Fearing what they will never understand. On the chopping block for their vision has left humanity with the ultimate decision. Yet they worship fallen idols that they ultimately decimated.

Lands Not Far

Sleepless evening..... Flashback of a forgotten frame... sighs the man that bears a wolfen pelt, so why can't these shadows embrace one another’s gentle grip? Are their words so tainted? & they smolder the photograph of the moment, firing rounds at targets afar! As I hitchhike on yesterdays corner, Isolated in a den of thieves, & your salty tears cauterize the aching teeth of these crimson shells! A sonnet of symbols stirring sensations that separate this sense of solitude, & there are no idols here... Only shards of inspiration scattered through sperm! Statues sculpted by symphonies of words, & it seems the longer you lie awake the more you come to the conclusion you’re asleep?! These rations are a rebellion...Yet my humanity shows! So this season of winter blisters on, but in lands not far these snows have ceased.

The Essence of Temptation

Temptations live in the forbidden fruit. The ecstasy of beauty contorts the eyes and mind. Succubus drives a man to insanity. Crumbling the ruins of the sacred temple and instigating a repetition has surged since the dawn of time. The mind crumbles at the sight yet the soul will be condemned to die.

Wilderness of Wormwood

Poetic Perversions plumb the depths of this placid psyche, fading into the sultry shadows of this purple night, & with a ravens claw pierced through your hollow breast the distance of memory alas takes flight! & tt's death in the afternoon as this silver spoon sings a sirens song while elements collide, slowly they flow into the green chalice of Venus, As golden gardens grow in the cradling womb of the empress, She's a liquid muse stirring a scorching essence of flame in the devils belly! & this pen glides gracefully in the ink that is your inspiration, As these dancing fireflies flutter behind shades of azure, & a thick cloak of incense shrouds the temple... As weary travelers wander in a wilderness of wormwood galloping on the backs of green horses, oh how the perfume of your potency perverts the poets perceptions! For a century forgotten, Lost as the Eleusinian elixir, but now once more the cup runneth over! “Sante!!!” to the potion of the Parisians!

Earth "Bees Made Honey in the Lions Skull" LP Review

Earth “Bees Made Honey in the Lions Skull” LP

I’ve been taking quite a fondness to a lot of doom and drone lately, and one particular band that has really grabbed my attention was Seattle Washington drone titans, "Earth”. The band is led by guitarist, Dylan Carlson-also the founding/ original member and primary songwriter for the band. Here's a man who can paint pictures with sounds. I can actually visualize and get the desert vibe off their 2008 opus, “Bees Made Honey in the Lions Skull”. The songs on the album itself give off a very peaceful and serene vibe which is very different opposed to their early feedback driven albums like “Earth 2 Special Low Frequency Version”. The vibe of the songs is both repetitive and meditative, and will either take you on a journey down a long road to freedom or face you with another challenge. I almost see the songs on these albums being used in a Wild West flick or John Carpenters “Vampires” to name a few. The slow paced drums and atmospheric keyboards, followed by simplistic melodious guitar and bass lines, will leave the listener in an almost peaceful and serene state. I love instrumental music also because it gives the listener their own interpretation of what the song is about. One thing I will say about Earth is not only are they good musicians, but they take minimalism to a whole new level which in turn enables them to create great songs.

Monday, February 18, 2013