burzum

...second demo from this lost soul of rock'n'roll...working on a couple of riffs and just sticking in a groove this can come on somewhat trancy especially on the better taped session...the downside of this could be that it led to vargs new age disks and that ain't necessarily a right thing to do...it could have been his latter day circumstances that led to new age but its got to be there in the system until the 'system' decides otherwise, but thats not any concern right now as this is a good enough exercise in teenage rock expression without financial gain to merit underground rock heads get a lobeful of this swill and splatter...put some stun behind some of this and theres a direct linear path to link wray(a stoned link wray mainly its got to be said)...this is loner stoner from deep within ancient forests where the earth gods roam sending messages of hope to cats from tomorrow who dwell in the incessant riff of hep vibrations...
...riff...

...first market place offering from the count, comes complete with droning buzzing squeeeling guitars and some strangely '70's hard rock riffs to occasionally lighten up the agony of this screeeching gonesville racket...this is most assuredly some heavy agony being exerted with a disgust that is rarely present in rock'n'roll, the amount of waxings with this much gauze of revoltion can be counted in the single digit...vargs vocal style gets straight to the point and down to the wire, it lets cats into his netherworld of ancient pain that is not a happy place, not a place to inhabit for longer than this disc allows for, this is a stern area that only the hardiest of fool hardy need tread...as a public health warning, cats of a nervous disposition might wish to see whats in the medicine draw before proceeding into the depths of the counts frozen landscape...layabouts who summon the will to get a nearer beam on varg will need the information that if ever there was some wax that needed hearing before heavy listening takes place this is it...in fact play this disc in the room whilst loafing outside then check back to see what damage may have occured during the burzum tenure, its the only way...sorts heads from civilians without too much effort...
...screaming pain...

...this is more gruesome visitations in the form of a 3 track extended play where we see varg letting loose with more noise pollution from his stanky northern basement...buzzsaw droning splattering swill with the count growling and exorsising his pain and disgust with everything he sees around him...a cold dark nightmare that reflects the suffering anguish the square society does not want to contemplate...as usual spin with the setting on stun and watch the walls shake and the air turn a strange colour of grey...
...splat...

...the murky fog and generational tape hiss haze here is possible entrance into some psychedelic netherworld full of distortion and distraction with little hope of returning the same...although an illicit recording by a cat who seems to be wandering around at this oslo '92 gig its caught the whole basement black metal ethic of punked out cheap recording, and of keeping it real...this should have got a proper release and upped the whole standard of BAD sound (this makes the mayhem demo look major corporate rock whoredom)...the whole room seems to spin round and due to all the distraction present, listening makes for a trancy time as a cats got to concentrate and all conscious thought of the outside world disappears as occasional bad tempered gutteral bursts erupt over nonstop machine drumming...small infections of basic riff screaching ooze from the primordial swamp of fowl sludge enticing the listener ever onward...under the right conditions this makes it into the avant garde parallel universe of cinema verite/found sound/glimpses in time/momentary recording...thats the first side, side two is some prog? suite of ambient ancient space rock where the centuries call out to the ancestors secret codes of esoterica...again due to the cheap synth whacked out recording (not to mention gliches and scrapes), this is cool for layabouts who got a sense of humour, otherwise prog purists who dig the squeaky clean sound of lesser combos such as college proggers yes and floyd and t.dream are going to have to resort to heavy narcotic pillows to weather the 23 minutes of e.c comix weirdness...
...urrg...