This pre order is limited to 50 and will only be active until this coming sunday, 5/26/13, and ends at noon pacific time. Don’t miss out, spread word.
Lake of Blood - Omnipotens Tyrannus
The hour draws near. Cult of Melancholia will release the first available pressing of Lake of Blood’s second full length, Omnipotens Tyrannus. The consequence of over a year’s work, conquering 80 minutes of time, will eclipse all previous material from the Los Angeles based circle. Each song is littered with guest appearances including but not limited to, Erol Ulug (Wage Slave, Teeth, Mistraal, Organ Grindr), The Presets [S.M.] (Sutekh Hexen, Al Queda, Shotheq), MRLY (Mistraal), and Wrest (Leviathan, Lurker of Chalice). The first run, limited to 200 cassettes, will soon be available for pre order & purchase from the Cult of Melancholia webstore. http://cultofmelancholia.storenvy.com/
All further contact can be directed to firstname.lastname@example.org
Legalize heroin, ban hippies.
We live in a world where the old feed off the vitality of our generation. Placed in front of televisions at early ages to be quelled into submission as the cathode rays bombard us with endless advertisements and stale programming. Research has shown that the more a child watches television, the harder it is for them to perform tasks involving complex analysis. The analysis needed to reorient our societies to face the economic, political, environmental and ethical dilemmas of the future. Our spark is being sucked out of us more and more with each generation. I’m sitting on the fifth floor of a high rise in a suburb of Los Angeles surveying my office: multiple large screen monitors, various computers, notes and diagrams across whiteboards, a jar of hash infused honey, and a bag of various narcotics. My hands shake as the anxiety courses through my nervous system. Synapses firing. Misfiring. This unforgiving virus tearing away at my immune system. I have to stuff down these thoughts, fears, and stress before the virus gains the upper hand and I am left reeling in pain and cognitive fog. I long to feel my lungs collapse. I long to feel my eyes roll back. Slowly but surely the shaking stops as I bathe in the warm rays of an opiate sun. Like Saturn, Wall St, Congress, dictators, and so on: I too am devouring. Finding more of myself to kill each and every day.
Something I wrote almost two years ago when Cult of Melancholia was then comprised of only 3 musical projects. Seems to have found it’s second wind through reblogs. So much has changed since then, but the pain never heals and it never wanes.
- Andrei Mikhailovich