#violent past

[welcometoyouredoom]

[illbegotdamn]

A Seminole County judge has set $5,000 bond for George Zimmerman, who was arrested Friday night in Lake Mary.

must be nice to have a dad that's connected.

someone please kill this bitch already, fuck.

[penofthegoldenchild]

Chapter Fifteen: Gladiator

Nic continued to walk through the throngs of Devils, memories plaguing his mind, memories of where he came from and how far he had come. Nic still felt the flames of his rage swell in the recesses of his mind, still felt the pain of losing his baby sister, still remembered the soft texture of her teddy bear in his hand as he snatched the teddy bear from her dainty corpse cold fingers. "Charity," Nic whispered to nothing at all, rubbing the tattooed name of his deceased baby sister on his neck.

"Still think about her, do you?" Nic looked up and saw Brody's mother standing before him with a smile brimming with brimstone and menace.

"You," Nic whimpered with wide eyes as his broad muscular build erected itself instinctively on the cement he stood on. "Brody's mom."

Her lithe fingers slashed through the cool breeze dismissively. "Just call me Beauty," and with a wink of an eye, she gave fact to that which Nic already knew. "Or mother."

Nic's head jerked out of shock, the revelation contorting his boyish, chiseled features as he asked with a whisper, "What...."

"Oh come on, you already knew this, that you and my son are brothers. Both born from my blood."

The menacing smile stretched even further on her light sand brown countenance and confusion further muddled Nic's thoughts. Nic's hand wrapped around his forehead, his strong grip massaging his pulsing temples before he asked with agitation made clear in his voice, "What you talkin' bout?"

"Don't believe me?" Nic shook his head, eyebrows crinkling over eyes on the verge of leaving his skull, mouth agape with wonderment as to how a being could speak such lies. "Even though I was there at your birth?" Nic tried to access memories from his early childhood when he was still a babe being cradled by his mother, before his mother was stolen by her own addiction. Beauty's smile remained as tears threatened the lining of Nic's onyx eyes, and as if clairvoyant, Beauty spoke with almost intimate knowledge of Nic's thoughts. "Not when you came into this world, but when your power did."

Nic thought back on that faithful day. His sister's body, lifeless leaning against her bare bedroom wall, his tall, lanky cousin standing as malicious incarnate over her body with the same smile Beauty wore, and the rage that consumed him to the point that blue and yellow flames ensconced his tiny body, a boy's fury manifested into flames as he laid waste to the projects he once called home.

"Junkies, murderers, women, children. I watched you murder them all, and I must say, it was one of my prouder moments." Beauty placed one hand over her heart, speaking with the compassion befitting of a mother of Devils. "Knowing that the product of my blood could cause such destruction, such anarchy." Blinks turned into minutes as Nic stood as still as the earth around him, eyes still wide, hoping that the beauty in front of him would reveal her answers less cryptically. "It's almost enough to bring tears to my eyes."

With sharp pink lips agape with confusion, Nic asked with a rebellious venom on the tip of his tongue, "What are you talking about?"

"Oh you don't know," Beauty asked with her hand flat on her budding bosom, glaring at Nic with tight black eyes. "You think it coincidence that out of all the places, Knoxville and Oak Ridge were the first places to be hit by the Devil Virus? It was there they used my blood to create it, create you. I found one of the scientists, broke him, tortured him until he talked. He told me their plans to create perfect soldiers, an army capable of conquering the world." Beauty pointed at Nic with her index finger, smile curling on her face as she said, "But my blood doesn't produce soldiers, only chaos, but you would know, wouldn't you?" Nic tilted his head to the left, analyzing Beauty's supple figure with hatred blooming in the black of his eyes. "You, my son, are a beautiful destruction, and I knew it the moment that I first laid eyes on you, Nicholas."

Nic's fists shook, a visible wave of heat dancing all around him as he roared, "No," his heart sinking to the pits of his stomach, the realization that his childhood was merely the result of a science experiment.

"Yes," Beauty retorted. With fists raised to his sides, flames burst from Nic's pores in a succession of blue and yellow conflagrations searing over his skin. A blood curdling scream erupted from the flame covered maw where Nic's mouth once was. "And you're beautiful..."

Nic, lost within his own rage, sent a stream of blue and yellow flames in Beauty's direction, but the mother of his pain, his trials, his tribulations disappeared from sight, the anger in Nic's heart growing that much more. As if a gust, Beauty appeared at Nic's side, her whispers becoming lost within the crackling flames surrounding Nic's skull. "And you're mine...."

"No," Nic belted, the flames dispersing from his skin in an explosion of pure and unadulterated power as Nic's long dark brown mane bellowed in the wind of his own creation, a sonic boom booming around Nic as he stood with his fists clinched, scarlet running down the cracks of his palm and staining the concrete below. Nic's eyes became white, faceted, his muscles, already Herculean in nature, bulged to levels that rivaled even the greatest of bodybuilders. 

But Beauty was gone, leaving Nic in the clutches of his own rage as memories of his destructive side replaying in his mind. Visions of his childhood ran through his mind, his mind's eye seeing vividly the destruction he had caused in his project home, remembering the flames that rained down on the populace. Nic's nostrils flared at the memory of burned flesh and extinguished lives, Nic's rage on par with his past as he released another roar, yellow balls of fire exploding from his stance and crashing into the surrounding project tenements Nic stumbled upon, reliving the carnage of his past.

"Nic!!!!" A woman with a wild mane of curly hair, milky brown skin, and a curvy figure sprinted on the street where Nic stood. "Nic!!!" But Nic could not hear her cries, the anger beating in his heart rising like bile in his ears, creating a pounding that Nic could not block out. The young woman slid on the concrete in front of Nic, planting her black booties firm on the ground and becoming a woman who would not give up her stance. "Nic, you have to calm down! You're going to destroy everything!"

Power continuously surged through Nic's body, his breath, heavy and his anger explosive. "Don't you know me?" No answer came, only more fire, searing through the night. "Don't you remember who I am?" Black tears crawled on her raised cheeks, her sadness clouding her diamond countenance as she revealed her identity. "It's your sister." Nic's heart rate rose, anger hiding behind his gritted teeth, but the young woman would not relent, not for her brother. "It's Smartz." Nic's breath slowed, evened out. "And I'm here, Nic." The flames around Nic's tall frame died down, his build leaning out as his chest descended and ascended with each calming breath he took. "And I always will be," and Nic's dark brown eyes returned, tears falling down the angles of his visage just as he fell into the arms of his best friend, her whispers finally reaching him as she said, "Always."

[oedipusrecords]

Violent Past/Sudden Death of Stars Split 7"

Hot off the presses!

So Violent Past is a band that is not necessarily on Oedipus, but everyone who works with Oedipus (including myself) plays in. We reached out to one of our favorite bands, France’s Sudden Death of Stars to ask if they wanted to do a split…and here it is!

It’s available for sale on our Bandcamp so go on over, check it out and pick it up if you’re into it!

It’s limited to 300 copies, and Sudden Death of Stars will have them also real soon to sell in Europe while on tour.

[ifeltlikepostingthissong]

PMSING AND LIKE RIDICULOUS SLOWCORE!?

[oedipusrecords]

Updates

I know It's been a while, but Oedipus Records actually has some stuff in the works! I can't say too much, but here's the skinny on some of the happenings:

- Violent Past is currently working on a split 7" with an amazing band from France. Still waiting for all the details, but as soon as we have them, it'll be on the site.

- Merry Christmas is recording their album in November! more details soon to come.

- First ever Oedipus T-Shirt is designed! will go in to production very soon!

- the NBA season is back, and although our beloved Lakers seem somewhat doomed, Oedipus HQ still forked over the money to have league pass and spend a lot of cold, late nights suffering. 

[paperboxnyc]

If Best Coast was a boy from New York (and inherently so a bit more jaded) this might be what he would sound like.  While Violent Past is a full-fledged iteration of its title, it still maintains an essence of light.  It’s not totally desolate, and the sound, while at times as bleak as the words, has a hint of hope.  It’s that hope amidst a beautifully tainted swirl of lo-fi instrumentation that makes Violent Past such an interesting act.  Playing at this month’s Mongaze, August 5th at 8 PM.  Tickets $7. 

-Rick Listen/purchase: Demons by Violent Past

[signalhill-blog]

tuesday tunage august 21 2012

dave: low - violent past:

rishi: joey bada$$ - snakes:

brian: all india radio - the original:

tim: gone fishin' this week.