CAVLDRON F1FTE5N <> YOUR DAUGHTER DOESNT SAY SHES A DEMON, SHE SAYS SHES THE DEVIL HIMSELF.
[ Now playing in Demon Tribe Hollow... Wild Mountain by Crash Worship from Triple Mania II ]
Ok so who here has sampled Crash Worship in their music? *raises and waves hand around*
. . . . .
(crickets)
*puts hand down*
Just me?!? Am I the only one?! Well go fucking figure.
No really, I *have* sampled Crash Worship just a two-second bit from one of their records that I looped to pretty much infinity.
But thats kind of beside the point, because the real issue here is who the hell knows about Crash Worship? (I hope Im not the only one... again.)
Tsk, tsk. Overwhelmed with disappointment, oh my brothers and sisters.
Well fine, if you dont know, Adoracin De Rotura Violenta (Spanish that translates literally as the adoration of violent fractures) was formed in the mid-eighties in this, our very own lovely fishing village we call San Diego. They actually formed the same year as Burning Man is said to have officially begun, but this was definitely a few years before anyone really even knew about it.
Anyway, so ADRV was pretty much a travelling Burning Man with an especially aurally-punishing drum battery, playing shows around the country and really, really pissing off club owners, promoters, indie record label people, and basically everyone except their audience, who to the contrary, absolutely adored their unique kind of magick.
And I was thinking of going into a further detailed description of Crash Worship, but then I found this dude online who I think said it better (and more succinctly) than would have I...
A typical show might include blood, flour, milk, and fruits, firecrackers flying into the crowd, torches and burning barrels, a trapeze artist spinning from the ceiling by her neck, jugglers, naked firebreathers, drums being passed around, people stripping, dancing, or throwing mud, orgies breaking out, the club being shut down, and audiences keeping the show going even after the power's cut and the cops have arrived. Murky Recess
Murky Recess above actually left out bonfires and pierced suspension artists, the latter being one of my very favorite things about their final show at Brick By Brick back in mid-May 1998, which I proudly attended. One of the openers was a guy painted like a skeleton who swung by the skin of his legs out toward the audience for what seemed like ten minutes or so. When I asked him if he bled much, he responded, You always bleed. (Schooled my fuckin ass.)
Anyway, the guys from the group kept up their creative torches by being part of unique happenings in and around the SD scene until some time in the early 2000s, I think. Then they kind of splintered off more seriously, with some becoming part of San Franciscos Extra Action Marching Band, another moving to New Orleans, etc.
So, Im just grateful I was able to see them once, and the fact that they called our city home makes me proud to be a San Diegan. These guys seriously paved the way for so much of the native-influence kinds of things happening now and I just love what they did. Kind if in awe of it, actually.
And turning briefly to someone else whose kind of music you might hear at least once or twice at Burning Man, I want to express my adoracin for Lars Sandberg, more commonly known as Funk DVoid.
Were talking about a more straightforward music in the electronic realm than Crash Worship, definitely, but DVoid has a uniqueness all his own, as well. I think the synths he chooses and how he brings in these huge, crushing percussive riffs that saturate his soundscape are primally inspiring and aurally intoxicating to a profound degree.
And since I dont have a ton more time to say enough great things about him, Im just gonna close with one of my favorite tracks of Mr. Sandbergs: Diabla (Heavenly Mix).
-- Y
[ Also playing in Demon Tribe Hollow... Diabla (Heavenly Mix) by Funk DVoid from Diabla ]
[ Now playing in Demon Tribe Hollow... Wild Mountain by Crash Worship from Triple Mania II ]
Ok so who here has sampled Crash Worship in their music? *raises and waves hand around*
. . . . .
(crickets)
*puts hand down*
Just me?!? Am I the only one?! Well go fucking figure.
No really, I *have* sampled Crash Worship just a two-second bit from one of their records that I looped to pretty much infinity.
But thats kind of beside the point, because the real issue here is who the hell knows about Crash Worship? (I hope Im not the only one... again.)
Tsk, tsk. Overwhelmed with disappointment, oh my brothers and sisters.
Well fine, if you dont know, Adoracin De Rotura Violenta (Spanish that translates literally as the adoration of violent fractures) was formed in the mid-eighties in this, our very own lovely fishing village we call San Diego. They actually formed the same year as Burning Man is said to have officially begun, but this was definitely a few years before anyone really even knew about it.
Anyway, so ADRV was pretty much a travelling Burning Man with an especially aurally-punishing drum battery, playing shows around the country and really, really pissing off club owners, promoters, indie record label people, and basically everyone except their audience, who to the contrary, absolutely adored their unique kind of magick.
And I was thinking of going into a further detailed description of Crash Worship, but then I found this dude online who I think said it better (and more succinctly) than would have I...
A typical show might include blood, flour, milk, and fruits, firecrackers flying into the crowd, torches and burning barrels, a trapeze artist spinning from the ceiling by her neck, jugglers, naked firebreathers, drums being passed around, people stripping, dancing, or throwing mud, orgies breaking out, the club being shut down, and audiences keeping the show going even after the power's cut and the cops have arrived. Murky Recess
Murky Recess above actually left out bonfires and pierced suspension artists, the latter being one of my very favorite things about their final show at Brick By Brick back in mid-May 1998, which I proudly attended. One of the openers was a guy painted like a skeleton who swung by the skin of his legs out toward the audience for what seemed like ten minutes or so. When I asked him if he bled much, he responded, You always bleed. (Schooled my fuckin ass.)
Anyway, the guys from the group kept up their creative torches by being part of unique happenings in and around the SD scene until some time in the early 2000s, I think. Then they kind of splintered off more seriously, with some becoming part of San Franciscos Extra Action Marching Band, another moving to New Orleans, etc.
So, Im just grateful I was able to see them once, and the fact that they called our city home makes me proud to be a San Diegan. These guys seriously paved the way for so much of the native-influence kinds of things happening now and I just love what they did. Kind if in awe of it, actually.
And turning briefly to someone else whose kind of music you might hear at least once or twice at Burning Man, I want to express my adoracin for Lars Sandberg, more commonly known as Funk DVoid.
Were talking about a more straightforward music in the electronic realm than Crash Worship, definitely, but DVoid has a uniqueness all his own, as well. I think the synths he chooses and how he brings in these huge, crushing percussive riffs that saturate his soundscape are primally inspiring and aurally intoxicating to a profound degree.
And since I dont have a ton more time to say enough great things about him, Im just gonna close with one of my favorite tracks of Mr. Sandbergs: Diabla (Heavenly Mix).
-- Y
[ Also playing in Demon Tribe Hollow... Diabla (Heavenly Mix) by Funk DVoid from Diabla ]