Abyssal - The Cornucopian: The Awakened Force of the Sacred Masculine

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Do you hear that quiet discontented, maladjusted male voice stirring? At first in chaos, disorganised, so many nails, standing up, isolated, separated, disorganised, inefficient in solitude, then finally, together, rising above the parapet, in rage, unafraid any longer to sleep amongst the feminised, sedated hordes. We rumble our discontent, individualistically, believing our cry will never be heard, we cry anyway, a defiant roar of anger, a no, a refusal to join, to accept the collectivisation of acquiescence, until finally, a damn bursts, our individual voices merge as one, and a crescendo of violent rhythm crashes, like a wave against the anaesthetic hordes. The elite’s cry out in horror, it wasn’t supposed to be like this, the sheeple were to sleepwalk into tyranny, but no, the enemy, humanity, with the sacred masculine leading the charge, has risen, as one, as a NO, a defiant fist into the face of globalisation, of neoliberalism, of multiculturalism of cultural Marxism. The wall of tell lie vision iphone helplessness collapses under a tide of righteous male anger, a refusal to lie down and accept their plans for Armageddon, their dreams of chaos before their new world tyranny, the days before the end. Awakened in violent fury, the weakness of collectivised power collapses overnight against the barrage of western masculine holocaust aggression. The battle is short, and the dark suit wearing demons are banished to the pit where they belong. Man acts. God is the judge. A world reclaimed, the wall of obliterating masculine anger subsides, and calm returns, there will be no more sleeping, we wait in guard, tyranny will be kept in check, the sacred masculine watchmen of western civilisation sleep no more. We wait, in preparation, for tyranny to stir again. A single velvet glove, with iron fist, a smile for all, but warning to those that would collectivise the future. Humanity settles, the world prospers under free association, the non-aggression principal and golden rule being the moral law of the land. No more coercion, no more statism, no more uniforms, and no more leaders. The imperfect ape-like being, blessed with the divine gift of God consciousness, finally achieves its brave new world. It’s not the one the globalists had been ‘banking’ upon.




This piece was inspired by 'The Cornocopian' by Abyssal.

'The Cornocopian' is from the 10/10 album Antikatastaseis, by Abyssal, released on June 23rd 2015. BUY IT.

Abyssal bandcamp page: https://abyssal-home.bandcamp.com/

Comic review: 2000AD PROG 1932- ‘I Spit on Your Gift of Obedience!’

Released: 27th May 2015
Artists and writers: Various
Publisher: Rebellion



‘All hail to the majesty that is my mighty organ.’

And so begins another week of 2000AD with editor extrordinare Tharg boosting about the superior spatial capabilities of his green storage box. How strange, is he an alien or something? Oh yeah, he is, I forgot. I didn’t forget about my weekly dive into his comic book though. So here we go again, with my weekly ramblings on the latest edition of 2000AD.

It begins, as it always does, with the big chinned control freak, good old Judge Dredd. Seems like he’s actually going to help somebody in this story, he’ll arrest them afterwards of course, but I guess that’s better than the real world Judge Dredd? At least he isn’t planting stuff on them and beating them up for ‘resisting arrest’ as they have their hands cuffed behind their backs.

Judge Dredd is a funny old character, a hero who should be a villain, but cannot be portrayed as a villain because of what he represents. The most enjoyable part about his adventures is reading how the writers do somersaults in order to portray him in a good light. This story is a perfect example of that, and the simple way to do it is to create people that are worse than him. It’s the old excuse that we need uniformed order followers to control us because there are bad people out there. What a laugh it all is, the justification for immorality in a uniform, and so the world keeps on turning, orders keep getting followed, and nothing changes.

Onto Slaine, and immediately it’s excellent, with dialogue about control, slavery and dog like human obedience to anti-human control systems. It’s a world removed from the Police state authoritarianism of Judge Dredd. People say this story is all about the art, but it really isn’t. The art is self-evidentially excellent, but read the story, read the dialogue. You are getting deep essential moral truths here. ‘I spit on your gift of obedience!’ The dialogue here really is the best, and alongside the spellbinding art you have something special, not special because it’s clever or witty, but special because it is all about truth, a truth that you don’t always get in comic books. Pat Mills, Simon Davis and Ellie De Ville, you are doing amazing work here, and it has to be released in a collected hardback format when it inevitably, and sadly comes to it’s conclusion.

‘Future Shocks- The Big Heist’, is a story about a bank robbery in space, as you might have expected from reading the title. It starts by addressing the main problem that comic book readers of 2015 would mention when reading about a futuristic bank robbery, that being why would there be any physical money at all in the future? After addressing that problem, the story gets straight down to action, and there’s a good twist at the end, a twist that makes sense and delivers a satisfying conclusion. It was a decent short, with basic art, but the structure of the narrative was professional and strong.

‘Tharg’s 3rillers- Commercial Break- Part Two’ introduces some aliens, sparkly bits and the idea of willpower holding constructs together, much like in the Green Lantern comics. The tone of the book is not serious, the protagonists joke and quip and it’s all done with a smile at how ridiculous it all is. I liked it, it’s light, it’s entertaining, the art is cute, colourful and cuddly and it’s a nice change of pace from the other stories in PROG 1932.

There’s lots of intrigues, political double-dealings and betrayals going on in Strontium Dog- The Stix Fix- Part Nine,’ and it can get confusing. There’s a strong vein of humour running throughout it as well though, and it’s always nice to see our hero insult people who cannot understand his language, it’s cheap, but it’s fun. The story is essentially about an every man caught in the middle of political shenanigans, he’s Johnny Whistleblower in space, but rather than having a whistle he has his fists, and oh look, he’s just stolen a gun. It’s fun, but it’s not in the same category of excellence as Slaine.

That’s it for another week in 2000AD. I enjoyed the book, as I invariably do. Slaine really was exceptional this week, and there are a couple of other treats to enjoy as well. It gets two thumbs up from this not alien, not green headed man with a decided average organ. Yuck that sounded gross. I was talking about my little brain, and it came out all gross. How did that happen? That’s it. I’m off. Buy the book, it’s good.

Rating: 8/10 (Slaine is the main course, but there are some nice side-dishes as well)

Song review: Face Down, by Killer Be Killed- Brutal call to arms

Face Down-Lyrics:

Fraud, you're not a friend to me, a drag on society
A tool of bureaucracy and I can barely tolerate you fuckers around me
Nightstick to the fucking face, how does that shit fucking taste?
Just to survive is never enough, we need to call the bluff

Disarray in the nation, disarray degradation

Face down, face down, face down to the ground

Brutality against brutality, the real face of the enemy
Keep them pigs away from me, abuse of power and authority
Blacklisted calamity, forceful rape entity
Devils in uniform, you'll wish you were never born

Menace to society
Cop shoot cop mentality
A cancer of a broken land
Traitor to the common man
Invaders of your privacy
Nothing is sacred reality

Kill or be killed

Wrong it is, where this started
Wrong it is, from the beginning

Bleed from the eyes, rot from the inside out
Inverted skies hide in the underground


Band: Killer Be Killed
Song title: Face Down
Album: Killer Be Killed
Released: May 9th 2014
Label: Nuclear Blast

Youtube video. Listen to the song here. PLAY LOUD:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zHLeyF8lj2o

Wiki page:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Killer_Be_Killed_(album)




Inverted skies do indeed hide in the background, as everything that should be good, was good, has become bad. A cancerous mainstream promoting vice as virtue, congratulating themselves as they pocket dirty cash, stolen from the carcass of the poor, of the dispossessed, of the cheated, of the never had a chance. Rage is what we need. Spit it in their faces. You are uniformed traitors to mankind. Morals do not disappear; they do not count for nothing. Everything done under law, under power of uniform and the gun will come back on you as your time of reckoning is at hand. No order following pigs. No abuse of state sanctioned authority. No hiding in fat, lazy, stuffed, bloated cowardly bureaucracy. Face down in the ground, the masses rise as one, in knowledge, in righteous anger, taking back what was stolen from them, by you. You, the corporate face of crime, you the career whore, you the happily assimilated, happily lazy, happily indifferent, happily ignorant. Face down, face down, face down to the ground. We are waking from our vaccinated slumber, and it’s time to kill or be killed.

Song rating: 10/10 (Let’s kick this revolution off with righteous, passionate angry music)