August 5th, 1997
purity and exploitation a twin-headed ouroboros with razored tongues continually dismembering the body into higher and lower extremities hostile to each other's existence, coiled around an edenic panopticon that promises salvation from the flesh while simultaneously breaking and abusing it further to prove how badly a savior is needed. the "heavenly" order of creation is one of constant retraumatization mediated thru screens and cameras and windows and other reflective surfaces that imply division in continuity btwn self + environment while also turning the whole environment into a projection of the self. unable to distinguish btwn the two, the fragmentary self sees the predatory gazes whose eyes caress its shattered bones and violate its most sacred memories, constructing a perfect idealized self to extract from its remnants, and it begins to assume these perfect fetish-images are its true self, torturing itself trying to live up to each one, desperately wanting to heal but only becoming more and more detached from its own pain. first time watching this again in years and satoshi kon is still the undisputed goat.
November 26th, 1998
not one of boris' most experimental albums, but it doesnt rly matter bcuz this p much stands as the formal apotheosis of both sludge and drone metal and a nigh-perfect synthesis of everything they represent at their purest foundations. long, tortured soundscapes drenched in mire and filth, swelling in tempo and intensity the deeper it swallows u in its cavernous depths. churning, quaking machinery with swamp gas-rusted appendages dredging up fistfuls of decaying bio-waste from murky parasite-ridden backwaters. a primordial salamander-leviathan thrashing and writhing in the abyssal continuity of a bloated cadaver w/ the flies and the leeches and the mosquitoes and the tadpoles nibbling from its cosmic flesh. the eternal communion of the rot.