Reaction to Ickerman Movie Trailer

It feels like you are waging your own life in order to phase into a slowly encroaching twilight. The infinitely gentle silence of space suspends your memories and then floats them past your head like the endless procession of street lights that loom above when you drive on an empty freeway at night. Once you are inside you let the embrace of this netherworld envelop you like some sort of astral sensory deprivation chamber.

This wonderfully dreadful heart wrenching gravity that plummets to the pit of your stomach is what I keep chasing after. The sort of vast grandeur that lets a man advance undeterred like some sort of dreadnought. I am fortunate enough to capture it from time to time in the music I listen to.

Because real art brings people to their knees.

J-goth and Doujin Metal

Ever since I listened to the album  少女 ～D～  from Eine Kleine I have delved full force into this brand of symphonic J-goth metal. I am content to have found another genre that caters to my lofty tastes as D'va;;;;;;5 and Team Grimoire does.

I have been wanting to write something worthwhile to accompany this ground breaking piece. Every time I listen to it I am left in tatters. It was so good that I had almost given up on being able to find the right words to express the sort of sentiments it has evoked from me. It was so powerful that I think it might have brought out some of my best work.


The totality of our most agonizing moments can crush our spirit to bits and consign us to expire in a gutter with abject disgrace. From a most hallowed beyond the songs of the most nobly ruined call out to us. Our innermost injuries are given succor by a cathartic lullaby that is sung with the benevolent grace of a tragic heroine. All the while encouraging us to keep pushing forward no matter how grisly the demise is which awaits us.

Because real art brings people to their knees.

    

Remix of Newborn from Muse

It cuts right through this turgid veneer, that buildup of petty grievances which has accumulated from the nervous procession of our lives. With a musing and melancholy sort of wonder we are reminded what it felt like to tap into that well full of contemptuous resolve. Now driven by a ghoulish tenacity, we descend back into that very same chasm which we were cast out from before.

Because real art should bring people to their knees. 

And they Shall Know No Bad Vibes

“They will be my biggest badasses, these dudes who are down to roll with me.

Like a teenage day one Zyzz I shall mould them and in the gym of war I shall shred them.

They shall be of iron aesthetics and steely biceps.

In level 99 armor I shall clad them and with rare artifact end game raid drop guns shall they be armed.

They will be too fucking sick to get sick; no wimpy cold or fever will ruin their day.

They will have such hax, MLG strats, and gaming rigs that no scrub could ever beat.

They are my bouncers against the Terror.

They are the Defenders of Brokind.

They are my Space Marines

. . . and they shall know no fear.”

-The Empruh of Mankind

Kaiba

In a setting where memories are stored inside a chip people can switch bodies and continue to live on indefinitely. As well as replace memories with new ones that were purchased from other people. Few can take advantage of this because the technology is only accessible to the wealthy.  Sometimes the poor have to sell their memories and even their very own bodies in order make ends meet and hope that one day their family can afford to place their memory chip inside a new body. A girl named Chroniko sells off her body to help her aunt who adopted her after her own mother died. Unfortunately the operation was carried out by a corrupt doctor who decided not to send her chip home to her family (most likely so he could sell her memories). After a turn of events her body becomes inhabited by the protagonist who inserted his memory chip into her "empty" head

In this pivotal scene Chroniko's adoptive mother plays a musical number and remembers all of the times she had together with her family. The performance comes to an abrupt halt as the guilt becomes too much to bear and the realization of what has been taken from her hits her with uncompromising finality. A truly heart wrenching scene made all the more so by the stark contrast of the happy little clavier. I don’t know if I should consider myself fortunate for being able to steel myself against such a scene by donning the armor of an unfeeling brute. In spite of all that this scene has left an everlasting impression on me. 

Because real art should bring people to their knees.