lauantai 26. heinäkuuta 2014

Some concept artwork.

A Man Who Mistook His Hat For His Life

 Our society is so fixed with possessions it is not even able to realize what is wrong with it. How it can't fit into our brain, that we are just building plastic castles of shit around ourselves, to protect us from the reality of what might be found from within the depths of our mind? We are just projecting, creating needs that don't exist so we can ignore our need for inner dialogue while running after the updated version of whatever. Just sell everything and move to the desert, that's my advise.

The Eye

And we all know there is no victimless crime, when it actually is a crime. A crime is not what the law says is crime, a crime is an act of violence, being inconsiderate against another human being. Intentionally causing excessive pain and suffering to another human being, whether it is mental or physical suffering. Rape is the worst kind of crime I can imagine, since it is always an attack towards trust, it destroys the whole base for any human connection for another human being. Murder leaves behind an object and mourning second-hand victims, rape leaves behind an emotional wreckage and shame, inflicted on a first-hand victim. Still the punishments for rape in most countries are merely a joke.


Smile.

Or grin, whatever suits your situation better. We're all hostile towards one another, because everyone else is standing in our spotlight, standing on our way, preventing us from achieving the great things we we're set out to achieve. It's not our fault, it's THEM. We are taught and grown to value the idea of success and power. Some of us idolize the people with the most power and success, the villains, the anti-heroes, and when they act out in the open and execute their plans to achieve all the power, success and respect they thought would bring them all the fore-mentioned, the society gasps in shock and gives these people a lifetime sentence, still claiming that there's just a few bad apples, the system works out just fine.

Let's Go Out For A Walk...
 ...shall we?
One of my earliest, or at least most important memories is the grown ups talking about my father's friend who hung himself during the Finnish recession in the nineties. Later on one of my uncles best friends went out for a walk and had hung himself in the park, from a tree branch. It's a Finnish thing. Recession, desperation, no way out of this trap we have created, in our short-sighted actions we have chosen the branch, we have chosen the rope, we have chosen the steps that lead to this moment.

Being Greedy Is A Full-Time Job.
 "I understand, you don't have a choice, it's eat or be eaten right? Just tell me when you're done. Let me know when you have eaten enough."

keskiviikko 23. heinäkuuta 2014

Hobo Death$wag Grindcore

I recently got sick of Facebook's advertising and internet filtering and the way applications get to rape privacy, so I dropped it, in spite of all the good it does to your social networking, tour planning and what have you. If people don't know how to write e-mails anymore, I guess we'll be doomed to play our friend's parties for eternity. Our bad. Since our upcoming album will be delayed, we decided to make a demo for a change. It will be called Hobo Death$wag Grindcore, the first 25 copies will be hand numbered and drawn by myself, they will cost 5 euros. Remember that this is a way to try to collect some money to pay for the damages and we're really fucking broke right now. Not that we ever really had money in the first place, this band has run it's entire life on mostly social welfare, a benefit that was meant to keep us in bread. This demo will contain something new and something old. We thought of having something borrowed, but couldn't find the time to record covers. So there'll be the acoustic version of Karman Laki, and I'll see what else we can fit there. I hope it'll be worth the money. They will be available from our shows.

We're also having a reprint of patches as soon as possible, since we had not had them in a while and everyone keeps asking them. Also, there will be more shirts as soon as we can figure out what prints we'll have. I'm sure there'll be more of HM-2 -shirts, and some new print. I just need to draw it first...

keskiviikko 16. heinäkuuta 2014

Deconstructing the Remaining Light

So I made another set of albums, these two are completely different from one another, yet they come from these same hands, these same fingers, same head, same set of lungs and brains and colon and intestine and whathaveyous. It's the undisputed awesomeness of humanity, to be able to participate in such creation, and still be rather uncertain whether you "were" there or not. It's what drives me on, to observe these blank moments, when you do not exist in anywhere else beyond your creation. It's merely just you and what you do, you are the same thing, and nothing else. You are One.

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This first one is mainly acoustic, thoroughly instrumental, affected by pretty much everything I like, infected with influences, stolen things left here and there, scattered around the crime scene, spread around like ash. It's all still same music, same album, same source. Somehow, at some point of my life, I became this transmitter for all these songs. I consider them songs no one else wants, since they come to me so eagerly, jumping out of my fingers before I even grab my guitar. I can still remember the exact moment I had recorded my first song without any aid from anyone else. It was my experiences from a day before, the isolation I felt when a friend of mine wanted his old friends out of his house while he was focusing on substance abuse with his new friends, who were similarly inclined. I did not carry any grudge, since most of our common friends were drunk and loud, and he was just chilling and about to fall asleep, I felt a bit sorry for him. But I remember thinking how the dividing process has now become, how things change and become completely different with time. And I made a song out of it. It was also the last day I saw my grandmother alive, so it felt kinda strange.

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The second album is something I consider bearing some resemblance to early Swans, Godflesh, Scorn, Jesu, or any band the old Napalm Death guys have formed. I can definitely see how grindcore pushes on your definitions of "heavy" as in terms of music, and you want to create something heavier, because the things you hear inside your head keep getting heavier. Being simply fast does not cut it. It needs to satisfy a certain dark part in your soul to really make you complete. Fast is good too, but your vision gets blurry rather quick and it loses the chaotic aspect it used to have. Heaviness comes from the sensation of being uneasy, making it hard to listen, having little to hold on to, distracting, disturbing... that's what I'm trying to create. These are the sort of loops I hear in my head, when I travel buses and trains and walk among other human beings, these are the sounds of urban landscape to me.

torstai 3. heinäkuuta 2014

The Doors of Deception - Music Video



Here's an music video I made yesterday. It's minimalistic, DIY-sort of thing, it pays tribute to Beckett's Not I and Aldous Huxley's essay The Doors of Perception, since the song deals with our senses and how they create the whole reality around us, how easy they are to manipulate and distract. And our whole concept of reality relies on their input and our interpretation of that input.