I feel compulsive to rant here, given the time, of my favorite dark ambient artist who has yet to live. His mother and friends call him Brian Williams, but he has taken shelter under the intimidating pseudonym of Lustmord for his dark craft. There is hardly anyone with more than half a brain stem that would counter the recognition of herr Lustmord being the originator of this sub genre. He has, whether consciously or not, becoming the prototype for hundreds of other, mostly sub par, noise projects. And through his dark history or existence, a prolific amount of material has been unveiled through his evil side. He has offered soundtracks to an unhealthy amount of films, and collaborated with several other noteworthy musicians, like those of Robert Rich & Hecate.
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The musical fabric of Lustmord is an acausal travel through the darkest partitions of sound experimentation, eerie feedback, white noise, and perhaps most strange, the copious amount of field recordings made in caves, crypts, slaughterhouses, combined with etnic instruments. Though I have read some insightful interviews with Williams, and he wishes the listener not to take the wrong perceptions of the conceptual sounds of Lustmord. It is not an intentional provocation of having a sinister atmosphere to say, rather a nontypical approach to capturing the sounds of the unexplained, untraversed and often shunned places that are all around us. Additional pieces come from tunnels, deep space, night, or urban ruin. Since I would find it almost completely redundant to review any of this, I have written some abstract dark prose that perhaps can let your imagination dwell in different planes, and help to give you a more unique perception of Lustmord’s aura.
.viscous black liquid dripping over carved cement pillars like black ichor from an open wound. undulating from the depths of a petrified forest astir with hideous fauna. bending the stellar nebluae of the cosmos inside out. traversing dust relic caves of antiquated formation. the rusting of your blood clotting in heaps of dry red mass. microscopic arachnids seeping into the porous flesh of your rotting body. shackled with leather ropes to the nethermost trenches of the ocean deep while phosphorescent creatures shine eerie photons beams in your midst. black and white fire caressing the entire planet and hissing a venomous tune of death. knowledge non existent mind ravaged into anxiety and nothingness. infinite well of skulls permeating a noxious perfume of death. dissipation of spacetime into broken dust and heavy waves. lust for the dark places of the earth.
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