Aloke (Alternative Post Grunge)

The sounds coming from Aloke’s “Alive” album released in the summer of last year were produced by Steve Albini around 8 years ago. I have been listening to cuts from this album since around August, and when a tune from it comes up through shuffle, it always puts a smile on my ears for the tunes always having a fresh feel to them. I found it hard to try and stuff these sounds into a particular genre. This just fucking rocks my bones. How shit this good can not catch the sails of mass appeal befuddles my sense of popular artistic sensibility. The Sirens from the powerful corporate island of rare risks taken rules the lazy ears of the easily fooled and distracted lemming eared masses. Aloke is an example of an Orpheus not allowing my tender ears to be baited into artistic deafness procured by the masters of artistical wages. For me, the wages of art is misery, but the gift of creation is internal contented peace with which no word or glance can with reason portray. Aloke gets me there.

Here are some links about the band and to connect with Aloke.

Nice article/interview here

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This tune is one of my favorites. The lyrics concur with my own having to face my ego and understand it’s folly and inescapable necessity. Just an epic tune for me.

“I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, our actual night, the hell of it, the senseless emptiness.”
― Jack Kerouac

 

 

 

Sa Roc (Hip Hop)

Subversion comes to mind when I dig through some of the most mysterious and beautiful to me artists from this genre. I find myself very attracted to art that spits flames towards pious authorities. I think back to Jim Morrison and his lyric about us remembering when we were in Africa.  Science reports that this is almost definitively true. That the human species originated in Africa. All of our blood regardless of how the light reflects from our skin is most likely born of Africa. The symbols of African spirituality do draw a sense of warmth to what may best be described as the I of me.

I can’t find anything wrong with Sa-Rock. Her Raps speak to a deeper sense of myself. The part that knows slavery still exists. Intolerance is slavery. It speaks to the truth of a society that measures individuals by what they have over what they give and do. A society that simply lives in fear of love. A society that thrives on celebrity, materialism, attention and adulation will exist in fear of love it seems.

I’m short on time and I simply encourage you to listen to her art and what she is expressing.

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Beasts Bounding Through Time

Van Gogh writing his brother for paints
Hemingway testing his shotgun
Celine going broke as a doctor of medicine
the impossibility of being human
Villon expelled from Paris for being a thief
Faulkner drunk in the gutters of his town
the impossibility of being human
Burroughs killing his wife with a gun
Mailer stabbing his
the impossibility of being human
Maupassant going mad in a rowboat
Dostoyevsky lined up against a wall to be shot
Crane off the back of a boat into the propeller
the impossibility
Sylvia with her head in the oven like a baked potato
Harry Crosby leaping into that Black Sun
Lorca murdered in the road by Spanish troops
the impossibility
Artaud sitting on a madhouse bench
Chatterton drinking rat poison
Shakespeare a plagiarist
Beethoven with a horn stuck into his head against deafness
the impossibility the impossibility
Nietzsche gone totally mad
the impossibility of being human
all too human
this breathing
in and out
out and in
these punks
these cowards
these champions
these mad dogs of glory
moving this little bit of light toward us
impossibly.

by Charles Bukowski