Warrior Woman by Jex Thoth from the album Jex Thoth
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Warrior Woman by Jex Thoth from the album Jex Thoth
Jex Thoth “Totem”, 12″ EP (’...There is a Witch who combs the skies and lives in the core of the sun. She waits for your soul to be at peace, when it won't have time to run...’)
“Billowy blackness, circles of silence Darkened confinement, sunless prism Mystic and fearful eyes of suspicion Death has consumed your celestial prism Circled up inside - it freezes your feeble mind A grave in the shadows, rehearsals for endtimes You stare at the ceiling awaiting madness Never to venture into the unknown You live as a dayghost Chrism at every doorpost Afraid to decide By superstitions abide Snow has frozen your windows As you wade through the compost Now there's nowhere to hide You suffer inside You'll never be free now You wish only to bleed now And let it all out Consumed by your doubt In the air is a posion And you dream of an ocean To wander into Put an end to you !”
https://ihate.bandcamp.com/album/totem-2
Separated at Birth share by Jex Thoth from their debut album (thanks @samuli666!!!)
116. BURIAL HEX. 2019-09-25 @ rhiz (w/ Tábor Radosti)
Burial Hex has been pretty much on repeat this week.
Burial Hex - Six Wings bonus cassettes. Nostilevo, 2012.
i could go on for a few days about how great clay ruby’s seasonal mixtapes are. redolent of long, substantial thinking and feeling. taking an individual song out of them is sort of pointless, a little like dragging the fur from a deeply piled bed by a fireside in the winter and expecting it to hold all that fundamental homelikeness by itself. if they have a flaw, it is in being too good, unleavened by anything gauche or outre or silly. ofc one cannot ask that the artist communing with profound beauty also tell jokes.
or maybe there are jokes but they’re elf-jokes, told with a solemn smile, at a level unlike to disturb the contemplations of the simple and pious listener.
Burial Hex is an ancient sound citadel created by the capable hands of Clay Ruby.
Hardly a night goes by without listening to this tune.