NEMESIS '09 REVIEW

VENUE: Father Agnel's coll,Vashi.
TIME:7 pm onwards.
LINE-UP:Chronic Phobia,Zygnema,Bhayanak Maut,Exhumation

The gig started off at 7 and the opening act of the evening was Chronic Phobia. They have improved ALOT since past few months...they were tight in SPACE JAM but tighter in NEMESIS .Although the bass was practically inaudible,but they gave an amazing performance overall...!cant wait to catch them live again!

Zygnema took the stage next and they blew the whole place apart! Though they had to take a break every now and then since there was a mosque next to the stage.
Mayank(Zygnema's drummer) seemed a bit off-beat here and Jimmy's vocals were low as well there but that's negotiable.The song list included the usual crowd-pleasers:scarface,59,and discriminate.To add to the mayhem,they even played 2 new singles:the theory of lies and negation,(cant recollect the name of the other single )Jimmy even got down from the stage and sang near the barricade much to the joy of the moshers!
The highlight of the day has to be "Slaughtered" in which Jimmy was joined by Vinay and Sunnieth on vocals which threw the crowd in an erratic frenzy! (half-naked) bodies were flying around and smashing into each other.the crowd couldnt have reacted in a better way!
Bhayanak Maut were up next and it was sheer brutality from the word GO!
they started off by playing "light lotus lilly" which has the lyrics from BOILED.UNWOUND.FILATURED" (just a trivia,if you guys didnt know about it)
the track list included ungentle,blasted beyond belief,ranti nasha,MNS messenger,you're perfect now change. Jai Row Kavi was on the drums and he did a fantastic hell of a job of thrashing the living hell out of the kit! Bhayanak Maut were tight as hell but Sunneith's vocals were really low once in a while.The energy these guys exulted was truly appreciable and the crowd loved every bit of it.
The line-up also included the 3-piece band,Exhumation but they couldnt make it due to some inexplicable personal reasons which left most of the crowd disheartened.

BOTTOMLINE:The gig was really great but the sound couldve been better since the vocals were going drastically low all of a sudden and the bass used to abruptly deminish.Hope these band leave the crowd blasted beyond belief everytime they take the stage!! \m/

another outcome of joblessness

Destruction of Tyranny

The godforsaken celestial lays lifeless on a throne of death

Hath thee trodden thy unlawful oath

The guilt gushing through the veins

Damning rage of monolithic vengeance

With a sword of mayhem

Summoning the messengers of Doom

To feed over thy unholy wound

While the whispers of thy banished ones

Still hums in his ears

The obliterated cleansing of blasphemy

Has begun its unholy journey

To purify thee in the flames of infernal wrath

Thy lay in a puddle of thee’s holy blood

Broken, banished, crumbled and destroyed

For thee had given no fear of retribution

And vision of divine immortality

But the shadow of darkness

Vanquishes in a sadistic pool of lies…

-_-

RANDOM STOOPID CREEPY THOUGHTS

i dunno,but these days whenever i travel alone(almost always)i keep getting these wierd thoughts in my mind and i see to it that i jot them down...

so right now im in the bus,and here's some randomisation from my side...

Life is sometimes filled with trebadours of subconscious innerdimensional being...It has joyous meanings,soundless and yet too loud for ears,free of music and yet full of harmony...

Some angels say to hear this song truly,one must leave heaven...never to return,but,to return home one must sing this song without knowing that it is THIS song that whill guide you onto the path of oblivionic illumination.

Pushing this riddle out of my mind,a riddle that I fathom I  will never be able to disascertain without knowing its true meaning.For this the contorted universe will be shred by the fierce claws of its own thunderous and revenous hands.I hath no blue gaza that can render someone motionless,I hath no sword of Mayhem that can create infernal wrath with brute force in the innermost soul of a being.

Celestials,I wonder,whether they are subservients to the creatures of the earth-it is a traversity of creation.Such humiliation of human servitude is chastising in itself...

CRUSHING SOME AND ELATING OTHERS

Crush some and elate others with a sense of purpose.Lest my debate be misconstrued as a vote in its favour,in my favour.Visual harmony can never resonate with my spirit.I have to look away from myself to escape the blackened allure.My song has died a painful death.What had once been undulant cascading song of my existence and wonder is now careened in strident and petulant debate.Heaven itself seems to be transformed by the lack of general consensus among its celestial inhabitants.I feel my heart is on the verge of true upheavel,something that I cannot ignore,something that i cannot resolve.I feel as if the universal fabric of time and space has rendered my dimensional physicality into nothingness.

I sometimes wonder how i live,I have a gutteral instinct that tells me about a ferocious  shower of whiteness will burst in my soul,disintegrating me,distorting me and eventually making me pure.Life seems like a spiralling tornado of silver flames that engulf me now and then into a space of nothingness.There is a feverish choir of wailing voices loosened by a clamour of piteous pleading sobs of my own that keep on humming mercilessly in my heart.

I let out a houl of despair in the language of thunder,a cry to heaven that resonates through the vast stellar reaches of the universe.Yet i am unheared,my wail is answered by no-one but the gust of wind that blows through my empty soul...

the angel of darkness

what hath thou wrougth for thyself,

pain and nothing else for thee,

because she's an angel,

descended from heaven,

but let me warn thee,

not for yee.

thy bringeth bountiful of pain and sorrow,

as if there hath no tomorrow,

looking forward at destiny and faith,

invoking and evading the jaws of death.

looking up at the sky,

expecting a ray of hope,

begging for mercy,

and an opportunity to grope.

is there no masochistic love,

left in thy world,

that thyself can cherish,

and nurture and grow.

or is it better,

to hav the gothic nightmares,

that turn everyone as white as snow.

ive got questions unanswered,

and truths untold.

which lie untouched,

beneath all the lie,blood and gore.

has thy angelic hatred crawled within me,

killing me slowly and achingly...

shoving the nails of darkness,

deep into my veins,

and ending my destiny,

with a smile on thy face.