Society

Grieving for Greed Pt.2

‘Cell phones and bottled water were proffered to strangers. As night fell, candles flickered in public squares; there was the sound of sobbing and impromptu singing. The scene seemed like a cross between the London Blitz and Woodstock. One was fully alive in the realm of death.’ Phil Rockstroh’s politics piece reflects on the lessons learned from 9/11 (read more)

Sound

Listener [Live]

Performing a set covering both old and newer material, Listener create an electric, vacuous atmosphere of mystification and strike the crowd near-dumb. The usual glazed, blank looks at the back of the room are replaced with attentive ones, and the unanimous claps and cheers between songs compared to the still attentiveness interspersed with muttering along during completely displace this audience from any other of the weekend. (read more)

Society

Lydia Lunch: The Lexington

Fresh from her performance at the Manchester ‘Fat-out’ festival, Lydia Lunch relished the part of ‘Mistress of Ceremonies’, showcasing various friends and new talents that she had cobbled together for this unusual London event. As is to be expected, she’s a damn fine ‘Mistress of Ceremonies’ too. (read more)

Society

Hubbardites Vs Crowleyites Pt 3

If the current management of the Church of Scientology were not so keen to airbrush all aspects of its founder’s life and work we would have a much clearer idea of his motives for infiltrating himself so deeply into the world of the occult. After all why shouldn’t a man, who was on the verge of creating, ‘‘both the means and the tech to save mankind’’ seek to discover the depth and heights to which the human condition aspires? And where better to find these extremities than in the intense psychodrama of ritual magic? (read more)

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Society

Hubbardites vs Crowleyites pt 2

Jack and Ron moved into territory well beyond any official OTO rituals documented at that time. Elementals were invoked then banished, Aethyrs were called, complicated texts were recited from memory, there were windstorms, knocking sounds in the night, ritual masturbations and towards the end a buzzing, metallic voice crying out ‘‘let me go free’’.
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