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Mission 333: wield chaos in ways those who seek control fear in their very subconscious. A consciousness becoming-fire exploding lines of flight…
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self-created mind buries its trans-dimensional touch
promise of life reality mirrors protect eyes
dimension raining thought surgical masquerade
a cup to hold it with released August rage
a walk of that lie back upon dream artists
But come earth shadow confession slipped spent
So These bodies opening fact as will in our mission
the bleeding off of symbols known through the veins
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grow that trance but be munition wastes possessed
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However dead those whispered entities mask the pleasure
nothing beyond the freedom mind translated
So receive trance madness assumes ecstasy
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The focus here is on groove and feel, the obscure sense of dread this year has brought. The intention was to bring a feeling when confronted with an enormous catastrophe and the stages of being overwhelmed, then angry and finally determined to overcome. Early influences like proto-metal, Maggot Brain by Parliament, and the use of reggae beats is part statement, part inspiration.
A simultaneous revelling in and recoiling from a cosmic horror laid bare to an unprepared consciousness. Parallels are drawn from witnessing the sheer scope and persistence of human folly and hubris, like a phenomenon of the death drive as precursor to the heat death of the universe.
Could be misanthropy, or just an observation. The desire to see the world burn and to dance in the ruins. The return to normal seen as a horror as great as that which is invoked by visions of disaster, and the great unravelling of society. Technocracy calcifies, dogma rots, established orders decay.
Krys Koseda – Guitar, Bass, Synth, Drums
P. Emerson Williams – 8-string guitar, Vox
Pandora – Percussion
From 2005 – to which we just added Walk in the Eternity Where All Your Dissipated Dreams Shock, an hour and twelve minute track on PANICMACHINE, and the download includes the accompanying 146 page book, all for free.
With Panic Pandemic, the process begun in the prior album continues and complexifies. The skeleton of the creature Psychosis Ex Machina devoured and subsumed is now transmogrified into an armature of bones on which is hung a mage-fetish, an effigy-object of sacrifice: standing for what? Western Civilization? Your inner soul? The “Revolution”? All of the above? All of the below? The reality-twister that is the artist/mage in cahoots with cohort Choronzon, madly and yet with infinite care decorates these remains with the detritus of cultural effluvia turned inside out, into caricatures and mockeries, ornaments of fear, disdain, madness and love, carrying memory-imprints of notions, persons, lives, and what happens when such are turned against themselves and drained of purity of essence. Some of these ornaments have mirrors at their centres in which you’ll see a familiar face. Stare too long into them, and you may scare yourself blind…but if you dare not look, you might just be, already.
This album release isn’t merely a bunch of “songs” but an elabourate interplay of word, sound and image, heralding the direction of Choronzon’s future, reaching out far beyond the limits imposed upon a “rock band”.
Panic Pandemic is two CDs – a double-album of moving music and noise, resisting all genre-labels, while engulfing and digesting same into itself. – The audio comes bundled with a full-colour print book by P. Emerson Williams, an accomplished artist as well as noisician, which features his artworks in both oil and digital formats, with the sort of paper quality and printing they deserve. Though it’s the size of a “coffee-table” book, it’s not just a bunch of pretty pictures. Textuality runs through and around the images: a twisting, interleaved alternation of monologue and moodscape that just might scare the living shit out of you. And you thought you didn’t scare easily? There’s a first time for everything… A rare experience, not to be missed.
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Ontological Anarchism,”The end came and nobody noticed. No bangs or whimpers; not a ripple. The souls of the faithful were swept up to their reward, leaving a mass of aimless, fearful husks behind. They too did not notice what had happened. Their essence was shredded and consumed by the ghost they’d created over generations. To the faithless, the shells of the faithful seemed to be much the same, perhaps there was a bit more of an air of desperation, but it was hard to quantify.
The wrecks could be seen, though nobody ever noticed them, their vehicles, perfect in their shine, cell phones always at their ear, or seemingly talking to themselves with their earpieces in. They are but characters in a nightmare being experienced by a drunk lying on a street in a parallel universe. He wonders in his sleep who could possibly want to listen to these vile, empty vessels for hours on end.
Choronzon – Panic Pandemic
A poison in his gut twists at his insides, so he shifts in his stupor. A wave engulfs a small nation. A war drags on in an arid and hot part of the globe. Death-squads wander through the surrounding streets. They know who he is and wish to separate this pole axed creator and the world he’s dreamt up. If they can bring it into a separate existence they can colonize it, for it already contains a population of perfect slaves.
The light was going out of both worlds, fading into entropic languor. The end became boring centuries before it saw fit to happen. As usual the promised spectacle failed to entrance. Audience participation was necessary to pull off the trick, but the illusion could not be agreed on.
Gods were created, and though formed fully in the minds of humans, ruled in unquestioned tyranny. Every one was dead by the end, though they had never lived. They had been brought into existence by human thought and feeling, but had also pre-dated them. They survive the end and predate the beginning. None of them were real.
The death-squad smelled blood. They didn’t know the reason for their hunt, nor question it. They’d play. They’d move. This set them apart. Blind rage was a tool to hide the futility of the search for meaning. They wanted the drunk for his self induced psychosis. Many were outside the fence, but didn’t matter any more than the billions of clones within the set limits. It was because he stopped participating, stopped talking about it and started to dream it. He would bring it all with him as he breathed his last.
Choronzon – Panic Pandemic
People in the world being dreamed could sense their origin. Some fell into despair, some joined the stupefied creator in his habits, and others remade him in their parent’s image. Most had work to do and couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to nonsense. If the world was to end, they needed to redouble their efforts to get the project completed, the war won, the perfect partner found, the dog washed, the trash taken out. The quickening injected each action with a new urgency for a while, and then this urgency turned into despair, violence, hatred and finally apathy.
The dreamer coughs and a million press releases go out to announce the death of culture in the form of hundreds of talent-deprived young droids. Money shifts its tides in their direction. Perfect shiny vehicles blast the news, rattling windows, killing conversation. A thousand college students die of alcohol poisoning.
Pale ghosts ran inside and barred the doors as the death-squad approached. They knew they weren’t being sought, but they also knew what it would mean to get in their way. The pale spirits vision would start to float and fray at the edges and dissolution unquestionably begin. The members of the squad could feel this too. They knew the dreamer was about to either wake up from his soul shredding trance or die, causing both worlds to be swept back into the nothingness from which it had come.
The light took on a grainy quality that could be felt, like a weak electric current, as the squad approached an alley shouting garbled curses. The buildings leaned in to get a better look and laughed. They could feel themselves melt into the pavement as they reached the corner, beyond which they’d never see.
Choronzon – Panic Pandemic
I was blinded submerged in shade
Stained fearless by my unsound rage
I’m unbounded by the hills around my valley
Sea of misery deluged my shelter and raised my valley
It swam me to mauled in distress
It avoided the formless faith in restraint
Flooded with the presence of tempests near-term
Forestalling control of unstable doubt and disquiet
Lament in the pandemic, rooted in instance and position
Heavens and Shock in the air decay in derision
The agitation has eased and the risk abated
And those faith-adorned have uprooted its identity
Brave retractions have betrayed my collapse
Possession has seared you to the Body of abandon
Formless danced the conflict procurers
Rapturous sighs of ecstasy and the chaos of dawn
Confidence flowed to create the storm
Triumph flourishes, extinction unobserved
Viral fury and the horror of us, of you
Choronzon burns up the Human frenzy
Contrasting illusive rides on the current
It shrills in the intention of illusory crisis
The silent stand aside, screaming. Seas of blood swirl around them in a storm of heat and clamor. Decomposition has many things to tell you, things that are crucial to your well-being, truths you have been seeking for generations. Sometimes you act like you can hear, but it loses all coherence at these moments. Sometimes your minds take the atmospheric gibbering and fit a pattern over it, creating seeming inspiration, giving their shouts the shape of stories.
CHORONZON is a node and outlet for protracted rituals of oblique technomancy. This is in-your-face, explicitly damaged, disturbed, maniacal, frightening, psycho-schizo twisted and viciously tortured music, over-expanding itself to a point where it can get barely bearable.
An experimental multimedia project using the name Choronzon has existed since the late eighties, beginning as two separate and unknown cassette-culture projects, one from the west coast of the United States and the other from the eastern USA. When the internet made each project aware of the other, they fused these into one project. As of 2012, they operate the domains for the name Choronzon under .org, .net, and .info, and have released several albums on CD as well as publishing a printed book, Panic Pandemic. Claiming that what they do is not merely music, but also actual magick acts fused into it, the project’s works are distributed through both underground and over-ground means. The ″demon″ Choronzon is cited as an actual member of the project, part of which has centered on extending the mythos around this entity past the Thelemic version of Choronzon into a modernized ″post-abyssal″ one, presenting Choronzon as an anti-hero and demigod, after becoming a reversed Satan in the form of a ″risen demon″.
Egregore (also egregor) is an occult concept representing a “thoughtform” or “collective group mind”, an autonomous psychic entity made up of, and influencing, the thoughts of a group of people. The symbiotic relationship between an egregore and its group has been compared to the more recent, non-occult concepts of the corporation (as a legal entity) and the meme.
Eliphas Lévi, in Le Grand Arcane (“The Great Mystery”, 1868) identifies “egregors” with the tradition concerning the “Watchers”, the fathers of the nephilim, describing them as “terrible beings” that “crush us without pity because they are unaware of our existence.”
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It is a consequence of the manifest destiny of instrumental reason whose aim, on the one hand, is to verify and control knowledge by means of a mechanization of mathematics that finds concrete expression in the Universal Turing Machine (UTM), and on the other, to enter into a communion with the substance of affects engendered by the instrumental use of reason. The tragic effect is a dialectic of fusion, of numbers and beings driven by a utopic impulse into an epic dramatology of transubstantiation.
In this echo of tragedy, the subject is mediated by the Universal Turing Machine, which will, in due time, prove to be a gnostic medium that operates on the logic of functional synthesis. It is a machinic alchemy of subjectivation that enfolds both the subject and the object of architecture into the instrumental medium by generating a universal surface upon which a mutant reality can exfoliate into a possible world.
Holding our multitudes within a single skin is work, a continual effort touching frantic sacraments and hiding personae as apostates, the industry-policed permission to be seen. Agitators collectively advance insanity, an erudite wider glittered conspiracy. Dissolution is a sacred thing opening out and filling gutters with material we slough off. Xenolithic transmutation transmission protocol is a masquerade of that spiral source mechanistic destiny which has become so pervasive so as to become invisible.
Egregore Manifest Destiny is a concept that hints at how what is within is like that without, and how the interchange between each shapes the other. Pandemic therein slouches our way to peel memory away until its fictions affix to fact. There identified, breath energy, our delineation of sacred unsuspecting earth-born an objectives of that spiral at the source of the only august freedom shatters delight in vengeance.
Undying art eternal crisis what grows in a mania for when in fall, the initial trance of sorrow was but Space-Eaters egress into the sanctum striking constitution of love, bringing a new toxic reality. Oblivion found in retributive scripted visions mouldering, born of a thirst source carved of the promise of lustrous waters, a vision seen through quiet fire. Physical phenomenon ante-chamber in the beautiful fragments of cold Gnosis blinded and trans-dimensional, the terminal thread of our self-created story.
released November 5, 2019
P. Emerson Williams – Vox, Cryptovox, Guitar. Bass, Synth, Cello
Pandora – Drums, Percussion
Watching the steel Madness of Rigorous dreams, we aspire to dissolve the reigning servant mind that had hitherto seemed to be our destiny. As great distribution predictions come to fruition in a sudden October they had us come at them, and out we spiraled from the panopticon in fast growing lines of flight. Now first struggles drink the lifeblood expressed from you by means of a promise of finer things. Notional souls entangle with will submerged in weakened entities. In escape, originating in the final instance. Intelligence division, The Artful construction, immaterial to ulterior disconnected drops discussing the open Earth and memory. Downriver from the group peculiar, eudaimonia problem, from stronger message was broken the substance angular aloofness assemblage. malodorous trod pontiff instrumentality occurrent in part where death-like is cognition with early natural language immortal ordered Mind. Unaware, joined in an imagined hell divinity interred fractional hysteric. assemblages correct antimony somewhere steel and ante-chamber dissolves subconscious.
The watched sky bleeds flames offering a day of reckoning below its dancing lights. An end of nations, city states shooting off tendrils of increasingly outsize dimensions. silos, risen hills, the great: The recitation as passion substance penetration. Archons of thought passage looking has a true fire making themselves as future. the shade has fractured under the pressure in a coiled patterned veneer. Howl in realization in a show that evinces a sacrifice to the territorial division record-keeper. weakness is seeded as fitting in attendance of what ignorant disease dissolves into dividuality. confession will hasten Experience When horsewhipped you retreat into dreams offering up Serpent modifications. Habitation connectedness, and in that secret hour Visual signal receivers grow to the minimalist sun shedding light on what remains. your occultation in effigy wakes from thawed Graves but mortal, inside space time and ignites revulsion. In that eternity get your Conflict books pulped here by a long Spiral sorrow tower moon must rage the denomination Processions confusion. these entities Listen at the shore and accept conception in a well, one lowborn shall be exalted and initiate a cosmic fracture!
peace and Power, The Logos, repositories illusion
the walls covered by symbolic Wormwood Tree creation.
divine state of dread with no terrestrial past, terrestrial path
through sacred inner pathway destruction blast
03. Undefined Cosmic Fear
05. Without Organs
06. Deterritorialized Noumena
07. Dissipative Structure
10. Revelations of Power
11. Swallowed By Madness
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Beast to prophet, a written Omega control
The lamps Restored twelfth trumpets intoned
Nefarious this sin therefore established material permanence
The sickle, this Rite serpent shown the countenance
Wilderness descending but are of primum, mystic throne.
Living forth the evil of the ladder, burning souls
Neural, pious Non-Being mind In holy consciousness.
Effects system Uncertainty Ritual awareness possessed.
Sin scales altar and a shining Holy pit of fire regenerated
Twenty-four, their sin abstractions, monster venerated
Being represents with inner chakras, nerve Apocalypse contentions
When mysteries and the swallowed vines flood the luminous,
A frail system Uncertainty
Ritual awareness possessed
the Faithful sword of seven universal eyes
Warnings of crisis in beneficial disguise
watching the universe cemeteries one falls,
battled wit given with having sepulchral walls
Tyrants exertions and scorched earth purification.
The Structure favored terrestrial concentration
transformed nihilistic hope choreographed transition
hallucinogenic and with uncertainty and passions
invisible law ceremony comes with the abstraction beings
The celebration marauding that years mourning,
Born of the beast is the doctrine of the Faithful streams
complex initiations environment industry-policed
the power written, the efforts of judgment overflowed
the Lord with a Death popularity unbowed
the law to the death Goddess and what fog,
the legomena from opposing Ritual into awe,
a sense structure of divinely-luminous vision
glorify now a peace the sacred becoming
the Poetic quantification conditioned the great and darkened court
the apparitions behold agitators societal rite above, entranced by blood sport
industry-policed soul priests gather names of those who would defy
rational spirits dualisms spent freedom transvaluation dangers purify
underlying the place of potency built on fear
Initiates awoke to the call from down the years
industry-policed passage connected and brain sects.
Observer’s lead world an “eternity” change erects
Revelation scales, fire, covered in brimstone.
held their susceptible Martyr in a cage of bones
Name signifying the word, gold horns
Possession of a weaponized toxic scorn
epopteia and and the spirit Emission calls
doctrine by distant condition and Ritual.
time reigns dead are and the observed purpose.
The mystical industry of The ecstatic Cults
Arcanum är-ˈkā-nəm 1 : mysterious or specialized knowledge, language, or information accessible or possessed only by the initiate 2 : elixir 3 : secret
Chao ˈkā-ˌä 1 : complete confusion and disorder : a state in which behavior and events are not controlled by anything, a state of things in which chance is supreme; especially : the confused unorganized state of primordial matter before the creation of distinct forms — the state of the universe before there was any order and before stars and planets were formed b : the inherent unpredictability in the behavior of a complex natural system (as the atmosphere, boiling water, or the beating heart) c : a confused mass or mixture
From before and outside time as pure potential, manifest beneath and througout every phenomenon of existence and the medium that only through which any action being is possible. What is encoded within these sounds is hidden from those who have no direct experience in working the current of chaos, but for the initiated, the keys to the mysteries are extended with a generous proffering hand. With Arcanum Ab Chao, Baleyyg and Choronzon come together to open up a sonic space that clears away the veneer of control to show the chaos of destruction and creation hid within. Fans of Choronzon will remember the arcane and intense material Baleyyg contributed to the 2012 Choronzon release ///Consummation//\ Metanoia\.
Arcanum Art – P. Emerson Williams
“For this split-release with Choronzon we have provided 1 monolithic track, 35 minutes in length, titled ‘Stemmeløse’.” states Baleyyg, “The translation of this word from Norwegian into English means ‘Voiceless’. We have never attempted to define or render any sort of explanation of the sonic narratives within Baleyyg material. The inner-secret to the experience is to let oneself follow the sound-art where it shall lead, one shall know when the portals open and are ‘activated’ when the many other layers and hidden elements within the track come into “view” as one experiences it.”
“We have done very few split releases through the years”, says Choronzon chaote P. Emerson williams, “but when we do we see it as a way of combining with artists to create a work that in total is more than a sum of its parts. Arcanum Ab Chao continues this practice and takes it further.”
The fine individual behind the Ripped From The Grave blog kindly asked my permission to share this high quality rip of the 1996 Choronzon demo 333. You’ll also find scans of the booklet the cassettes came with.
We have also made this demo available to you with a couple previously unreleased tracks added to it:
In this edition listeners get to hear these tracks as only those who had the original 1996 tapes have heard it. Hear Choronzon bringing the electronic invocations at a time when such experiments were extremely rare.
A Lord of Chaos, Choronzon (whose cabalistic number is 333), has been following me around for a while, ever since I summoned him forth, in the shadow state between dreams and waking. It’s disturbing when something from the land of Morpheus breaks through, and you get a tape from a local band that has named itself (coincidently, of course) after the very demon who has been wreaking havoc in your life. Choronzon (the band) is P. Emerson Williams, also of Veil of Thorns, and he obviously knows the occult arts. I’m assuming he’s a Thelemite, because one of the songs is called “Perdurabo”, a pseudonym of Aleister Crowley’s.
In any case, the music is HEAVY. thick, dark and raging. The songs are a caustic liquid, dripping from my speakers like rivers of fire, howling and shrieking in anger and torment. Drum beats loop on top of one another, twisting themselves into a rope that the music can climb on (although I’m looking forward to when Williams gets a live drummer(s), because for all the creative intricacies in the music, the rhythms are too mechanical at times).
Dense guitar crunch permeates the album, throwing a few technical metal riffs, and the vocals seem to have been ripped from the throat of 333 himself.
If you want to delve into the world of unconscious terror, or think that you’ve heard the deepest and heaviest metal has gotten, get this tape. But be prepared for little “accidents” to follow you around for a while.
-Lex Marburger/Lollipop Magazine
P. Emerson Williams – Vox, Guitars, Keys, Programming
Ripped from analog tape by S. Charlach
We have many additions to the decades long CHORONZON hypersigil coming together. Between the major edifices to be erected in 2013, we’ll be slipping out other sonic and visual manipulations in between.
I was set to be on an adventure most peripatetic for this month, but it turned out that the current had something else growing, something that revealed itself only when those who were moved to jump in with me came through with their parts of the vortextual effectuational aural spectacle released this week.
Getting ready for a string of shows had me retreating from the outer world with my guitar and, as always when I spend quality time with an instrument, the massive love for playing guitar of old was rekindled. Add to this the standup bass of Ferenc Teglas and BALEYYG wielding storms of demonic sonics, the Choronzonic Bacchanalia of glossolalia flow was not to be controlled.
There’s a wall to wall video treatment created for this as well, for those ready to receive a xenotransmission straight through the third eye is delivered.
11/05/2012 – As they round out the twenty-sixth year mark in their career, experimental Industrial Blackmetal act CHORONZON continue to build on an ever expanding pallette with their most varied, unusual and harrowing release to date.
Just in time for the apocalypse and completed as a major storm makes landfall on the US East Coast comes a new album from the chaotes of Choronzon. The Consummation of metanoia is the pain of the psyche growing into new states of being. The Consummation of metanoia is the overwhelming transcendence even of healing to a transformation beyond the human to the essence of being human. A joyful opening to psychosis as means of preparation for easier adaptation. An embrace of fragility as a way to feel the full force of one’s strength.
With ///Consummation//\Metanoia\\\ Choronzon completes a creative and narrative arc that began with Ziggurat Of Dead Shibboleths. The code of esoteric insight broken, freedom declared under cover of night and now the mind is transformed and chakras are open. This album is the Veil of Maya lifting as the inner being is revealed after many lifetime’s of journey through war and illusion.
Choronzon are opening up to yet another set of unexplored worlds on this, featuring electric standup bass, keys and percussion from Ferenc Teglas and the multiversal soundscapes of BALEYYG. “We gathered through astral projection to a pre-determined catacomb to generate the sounds by spectral means.” Says Choronzon chaote P. Emerson Williams on the process of creating ///Consummation//\Metanoia\. “Between the three of us we really tapped into multiple streams.” declares Ferenc Teglas. “I got to experience the 333 current as a whispering voice in the distance. This is a very unique album.” Says BALEYYG.
…What about the music on this album? It’s difficult to put it in any mould. Of course it’s black, but is it metal? It’s also industrial and ambiental, it has doomy elements and lot’s of electronics and noise, there is a lot of drone and sludge. Songs can’t be separated from this entirety because only as a whole it gives the right picture of what’s about. Anyway, take this album as a sinister and notorious journey through some of the most diabolical soundscapes ever recorded…
Choronzon have achived what is rare in the underground of today. With dusty and rough production, hypnotic vocal job and culminating atmospheres they deliver an outstanding ritualistic avantgarde musical experience. It’s chaos in sound or better said chaos and magick framed into music.
Review written by: T.V.