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wolves in the concert hall

Posted by Attila Korsós On 9:18 AM 0 comments

All you dark-hearted and open-minded lovers of the colder aspects and infrequently treaded paths of Mother Nature must be quite excited by now, for next Monday, a trio from over the seas will grace our humble city with a celebration of the womb we all came from and of the darker and more twisted creatures originating from the same source. This undoubtedly underground, but unquestionably prominent band hails from the Cascade Mountains in Washington state and is known by the name Wolves in the Throne Room. Their latest release, Black Cascade has been unleashed upon the civilized world in 2009, but the tour celebrating that recording has eluded the interest of Hungarian fans. This year brings the compensation for our grim-loving hearts.
On the 10th of May, those who will be in Dürer-kert should prepare to step on a path leading to the darkest and most foreboding wildernesses of nature. The cold home of moonlight and mist sifting through dead branches of pine trees awaits. We will tread on the way of dry, dead ground and wet, cold air, twigs cracking under our feet, wind combing our hair. We will enter the nest of cawing crows and the lair of howling wolves. Mother Nature will embrace us with skeletal fingers and breathe freezing air into our lungs. She will comfort us with solitude, she will cover us with dry bark. We will be wanderers above the sea of fog. We will stand on mountain tops, screaming our anger toward civilization into the endless aether and we will curl up in mossy caves, whispering our anguish to the flocks of mushrooms.

All this will be conjured by veil-thin and fragile guitars, atmospheric and eerie synthesizers, monotonous drums teeming with ancient, primitive power, and timeless and instinctive harsh vocals. These wolves surely won't leave anyone untouched. Their unique blend of the original Norwegian black metal atmosphere (á la Burzum) and the ancient American way of life yields a most outstanding and lasting experience for all listeners.

However, there is more to this band than screaming and noise. They are well-known for the serious ideology behind their art. They support ideas most collectively referred to as radical environmentalism, but more precisely defined as eco-spiritual and eco-anarchist vision. They respect nature above all, and do so in a most spiritual way. Not many people would expect serious affection towards our planet and environment from a black metal band, but those few, who know where to look for values, know that beauty sometimes stands right by the side of horror.

The American priests of our planet will be supported by a Hungarian band of no smaller spiritual attitude, The Moon and the Nightspirit. The core of the band is the duo of Mihály and Ágnes, who write and play shamanistic folk music on traditional Hungarian folk instruments. Each of their performances is like a trance the old tribes of Europe experienced around the fire on obscure nights of spiritual activity. They conjure the deepest and most primeval feelings and instincts up in the listener, comforting him or her to the point where he or she almost feels as if becoming one with the greatest spirit of them all, that of the Earth. Fragile, melodious, ancient and powerful are these songs, touching every being with a sensitive soul.

So, to all of humanity, you who have the possibility and the affinity, be there on Monday at Dürer-kert. The music will take you closest to Mother Earth's closed spiritual eye and cradle you in Her loving flames. But beware, for when Her eye opens, you might see things that your feeble human mind will deny to accept. She might have created the beauties and wonders of life, but she also did call into existence some creatures of horror lurking behind the human threshold.

I'm option paralyzed

Posted by Attila Korsós On 9:14 AM 0 comments

As you have probably guessed from the stepping stones of our common path here at aRternative, your humble guide is a huge collector of less-known musical delicacies usually from the darker side. I am also one of the very few remaining specimens of a species that is threatened by extinction: the music buyer. In our Internet and download dominated world, some might find it weird or at least unusual that the words 'buy' and 'music' are placed side by side in the same expression, but I can assure you that there are creatures out there that are ready to give money for their beloved audiodreams. Most of today's human population would regard me insane upon knowledge of the ridiculous amounts of money I "occasionally" spend upon certain musical outbursts, but all of us have our very own insanities, don't we?

I am obsessed with the packaging of cds and words like digipak, digibook or box set. I can sit and hold a new release in my hand examining it thoroughly for 20 or 30 minutes before even opening it. If I have something new, I usually carry it in my bag for a week, just to be able to touch it or take a look at it every then and now. I know, I'm obsessed.

My latest object of obsession is the new full-length of a highly influential and unique band: The Dillinger Escape Plan. Their previous album, Ire Works, released in 2007, is one of the most musically and technically complex pieces of art I've ever encountered, yet it carries surprisingly deep emotions of the truest kind. Thus, I was anticipating the release of their new opus and have been hunting for any information about it as early as last December. "Obviously", I preordered it as soon as the title, Option Paralysis, was announced. Even more obviously, I preordered a very special and limited box set edition, containing a surprising amount of creative and cool but totally useless paraphernalia.

When it landed in my mailbox one day after the official release date, I couldn't wait to get home and lay my hands on it. The unwrapping and opening of the box is always a ritual, so it has been now. (If you go to youtube, you can find lots of videos of uncoverings of various expensive devices like iPhones, BlackBerrys, cameras and whatsoever. I'm not that crazy, I just took a photo of the box before opening.) I marvelled at every little detail of this massive and uniquely designed, innovatively built box. It is divided into four rectangular canister-like partitions and two flat ones. The four small partitions each encase pieces of the aforementioned paraphernalia: a huge flag, a beanie hat, a luggage tag, five pins and a TV-B-Gone, each having the The Dillinger Escape Plan logo. 
Perhaps this final one needs some explanation. A TV-B-Gone is a small keychain remote control with one button that is capable of switching almost any annoying TV anywhere on or off. One of the two flat partitions contain the actual album on a disc that is special in itself, one side of it being a regular compact disc, the other being a traditional vinyl containing a bonus track titled Heat Deaf. The other flat part of the box contains a picture book, which was very confusing at first. Each and every page has almost the same images on it, and I was beginning to wonder whether it was misprinted, when I noticed the word 'flip' on the first page. As it turned out, the book is a flipbook, like the images we used to draw on the corners of our notebooks in secondary school and which yield a primitive motion picture if flipped through fast enough. This flipbook gives a fragment of the music video for the first track, Farewell, Mona Lisa. (Those, who can't endure the first 10 seconds of the actual song should jump to 1:53.)

You must be really curious about what sort of music is inside such a luxurious, creative and complex packaging, and I can assure you that the music itself possesses each of these features. It is usually labelled mathcore orr jazzcore but probably these genres don't mean a lot to you. Well, it is a rather challenging task to descirbe the band's music for lay people, but I'll try my best. Upon first listening, it sounds chaotic and meaningless to the extremes, but that is what yields it attractive power. You have to listen to it over and over again to get to know it. It is mostly built up of elements of extreme metal, classic hardcore and jazz, but traces of electronic or acoustic music can be found in it as well. It paints a very diverse and aggressive picture if you don't delve deep enough into it. After 8-10 listenings, it starts to open up and give out its real emotional values. The singer, Greg Puciato's voice is unusually versatile, ranging from totally insane and throat-killing screaming to incredibly high-pitched and soft clean vocals. One of the best songs to represent this diversity is Widower. The lyrics of songs like Endless Endings, Widower, I wouldn't If You didn't, or Parasitic Twins are painfully true and sung by Puciato... I sometimes find tears slowly running down my face. But yeah, it's just the wind.

I warmly recommend Option Paralysis (or at least Widower and Parasitic Twins) to anyone who seeks emotional journeys and is willing to take the time to tame this insane beast built around fragile bones.

combi.f*ckin.christ

Posted by Attila Korsós On 3:55 PM 0 comments

Well, this is already the third episode of this so far not quite terrifying wormhole ride, and I haven't yet shown you anything really weird or twisted so it's high time I opened up some darker doors.

This time, I would like to guide you back to a wednesday night, the 17th of March into the belly of one of the most professional party and concert places in Budapest, the A38 ship. One of the coolest, hardest and most insane groups performed an underground (or underwater?) black mass on that day there: Combichrist.



I can't remember how I got to know this most hellish of mainstream bands, but I do remember that a few weeks before I first heard about them, they were playing in Budapest. When I realised who they really are and that just a few weeks prevented me from being part of a thought-to-be-rare event, I was devastated. Since then, fate has compensated me well: last wednesday was the second time I saw them live, and I can assure you it's never ever enough of them.

Imagine a titanic factory filled with industrialised machine-monsters clanking, beating, whirring and shrieking in a predefined rhythm, moulding into a cacophony of rhythmic noise. They are huge, dangerous and frightening, but they can't hurt you if you know what to do. And that is exactly the key to success of Combichrist. They are harsh, aggressive and dark, but they are "safe" as far as the general public is concerned. Or at least that's what they think until they come to a concert.

Never have you seen anything so full of energy, so musically aggressive, yet so... "friendly". The band, under the leadership of the amazing and terrifying character of the singer Andy LaPlegua, explodes everytime on stage like a thousand nuclear warheads, never stopping for a second through the 90 minutes of a gig. Half-naked and tattooed, painted half black and drenched in sweat and water, shouting and smiling like an insane, picking apart the stage and throwing instruments at each other, these guys are zero percent normal. Their songs smash down upon the listener with a hundred tons of weight, crushing all resistance and making you dance like you never did before. Their lyrics and song titles are shocking, but within the boundaries of public taste, except for all the swearings in them. After 90 minutes of us dancing, jumping and shouting, the band decide to leave us. And there we stood, drenched in sweat and with an undeletable insane smile on our faces, wandering around like zombies, unable to recover from the shock of so gigantic an amount of energy. Everybody could use a Combichrist gig once a week.

This is my gallery of last year's Combichrist gig in Dürer-kert. And this and this and this are three of their best songs.

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