Light a candle. Draw the required sigils. Now, raise your arms above your head and slowly, gently, exhale your soul. You won’t need it here. This is Audioccult, and it’s time to get low.
Trap music and Renaissance art in the same setting might make art (or, possibly, music) purists yell ‘Suffering saviors!’ in a funny Sylvester the cat voice, but from my perspective, it’s a perfect fit. Of course, unlikely combinations have always been very much my bag, baby, and all those rolling snares and bombastic samples combined with depictions of waxy-ass saints have been giving me extremely weird inspiration lately. I’m not exactly a virgin adoring the Host, but if someone could come do a reproduction of ‘Saint Catherine Drinks the Blood of Christ’ on the side of my cool party van, that would be awesome. If you could incorporate the giant Garfield sticker somehow too that would be nice.
Airhorns and autumn aren’t always good bedmates; sometimes you want to gather gloom about you rather than disperse it. Not to be a patripassian about it or anything, but there’s nothing like a dose of audio suffering when everything around you is dying. Those with a passion for heavy meds and heavy vibes will find solace in Youth A.D., Infection and Black Sheep Screaming; certainly it’s a tone appropriate for the looming elections in the US. And with Roseanne reaping 100% of the Trill vote, which slouching King will receive the Bleak Ballot? Money’s on Romney, but there aren’t any winners in that bet.
Of course, all this personal focus on religious art is ‘just for fun’. We’re damned, son! Where’d you find this?