VoreComplex

VoreComplex

As I wrote before, I've finished with Vore Complex for the time being. I still record in a prolific manner with BFTS though. I'll be posting that work instead from now on.
It's a darker, heavier, harder project. Proper 'oldschool' Industrial music and noisy Dark Ambient as opposed to my politicized techno-electro polemics with VC.
Some (though not too many) of them feature my formal spoken-word and traditional rhymed poetry also.
Try it out. If you like the sounds, the album's done now and can be found here: https://bleachforthestars.bandcamp.com/album/gulf
Or on Apple Music, Spotify, Deezer, etc. if that's more of your thing.

Just me messing around with something different from my usual style. It's not intended for commerical release. It's also at basic-stage writing. If you like it - well, good for you.

I've finished writing for VC.
BFTS is still going though.

You'll find them here: https://vorecomplexself-released.bandcamp.com/
And here: https://bleachforthestars.bandcamp.com/

Or here, if you fancy something ridiculous: https://skomorokh.bandcamp.com/album/skomorokh

it's an atrocious story... almost to a point beyond belief. I had hoped it wasn't true. I don't know enough to say more. I thought I'd like to create a song based on the details though, albeit converted into understated, simplistic 'dark fairytale' language. I've tried to keep the music as sad and haunting as possible, and was careful with how I implemented my samples and noises (mainly faked, thankfully... mainly). I'm sure the lyrics are still quite harrowing though, and the piece as a whole quite a dark one, by my standards. I wouldn't want it to be seen as glorifying the issue, as really it's a thoroughly unpleasant one, and decidedly evil. I feel for those passively involved. I'll be interested to see how this goes down.

I wrote this recently, after reading a couple of Kindle books, and some smaller e-booklets, and then performing a basic, rudimentary search across YouTube, Wikipedia and a few quiet blog spaces, looking for low-level (yet informed) hidden gems amongst the commentators, and picking out anything that seemed relevant.

It's quite apocalyptic in scope, really, and deeply pessimistic. A death knell, as such; a lament for all fallen; and all falling away. I'm sure there's a little time to retaliate though, and to claw things back. As usual, I was just offloading a few notions that were on my mind, all wrapped up in acerbic poetic artistry and industrial percussion.

I suppose this short piece came out of my latest reading and watching habits, though it's been building for some time. The 'lyrics' are just various permutations of a rhymed couplet from Virgil's The Aeneid, translated by John Dryden; and famously referenced by John Enoch Powell in a speech that got him in rather a lot of trouble, possibly because he was nearly 100% right. I have what I would like to refer to as 'true' moderate friends from this faith background. Not many at all though, and not all of any firm voice of condemnation when we look at the other, much more numerous, side of it, and just what all those sly, State-condoned, fundamentalist hooligans and unrepentant perverts get up to. There's a lot more I could have (or would like to have) referenced in this, but decided against, bar a few nods near the end.

Also, I used to live in Mile End, in the borough of Tower Hamlets, in London, for about 8 years. It wasn't always pleasant on the mind (and safety of the body), even beyond the belligerent street protests and the pervading air of a fiercely *enforced* authoritarian tolerance from vast waves of sycophantic, brainwashed agitator students. The constant threat of hysterical, bloodthirsty backlash, from all establishment sides, if someone puts their foot in it with the, by now, majority demographic. A lot of that area seems to have died, or been utterly subsumed. I don't think I'll be back.

Incidentally, the background painting is not Rome, but Troy. I thought it tied in just as well though.

More than a little similar to :Wumpscut: in terms of tone and instrumentation, although covering slightly different themes from that composer's staple. Two sampled speakers: Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, during the opening minutes of his classic address to the students of Harvard University (translated live from his Russian - hence the dual voices); and Paul Weston, having a nice, if rather fury-inducing, chat with some well-numbered, enthusiastic, hyper-ignorant ultra-morons from a European branch of Antifa. I felt these passages, and the longer speeches they allude to, fitted together quite well. I just added in a few lyrics sets to bolster things, drawn from more of Solzhenitsyn's quotations and adapted to fit my purpose. The background is a couple of superimposed layers of Gulag scenery.

A track for the slightly more open-minded breed of industrial music fan.

A reliable commentator on SoundCloud called this track 'pure madness'. Well, in a manner of speaking... yeeeeees. However, this resoundingly unusual little offering of doom and chaos does ground itself in some (really) rather uncommon real-world topics. I suppose it just depends on your taste in literature, and ability to process complicated, arty-farty, psychotic industrial 'rap ballad' lyrics. I think it's both a very fiddly song, and also remarkably blunt and transparent, depending on perspective. I post it up as I was mulling over that suspicious Temple of Set military (hmm... etc.) fellow I read the study materials of now and again (and near to as little as I can help it), and indeed the huge, dark shimmering wad of hideous literature from all sides that greatly expands that issue-cluster. I'm being rather deliberately obtuse in this blurb, but we can read between the lines - it's just been a somehow rather long day today, and I'm quite tired.

As for the, well... this is being generous, 'music' itself. The odd bit of field-recording here and there. Not much though - thankfully it's mainly simulated and implied by sonic metaphor.

I often wonder what some of that stuff I was told by the Falklands-veteran Major I knew a near-lifetime ago, or simply overheard whilst training could have meant for him. Very odd accounts, by anyone's standard.

The photo is just an abandoned (and now, interestingly, quietly renovated) entrance to a portion of the Harwich coastal defence ruins and prototype gun nests. It leads off through the dark into the old generator room. I like that site. It would do good to go there again. Some bits go up, others out, and the odd little shaft even goes down. I don't know. I'm sure not everywhere of that nature is quite as interesting in the same way, although undoubtedly still somewhat novel. That is a certain shame.

I also thought of Beowulf.

This song isn't available on any of my albums. There’s a longer version too. I keep that for myself. It involves - in my prototype video file at least, a single image from an area of the Balkans. It will not be released, and should not really have to be. I hope I can hold to that, sincerely.

N.B. if you want the happier - ghastly to accept, but literally so - 'day-glo' version of this track, try here for a primal variation:
https://vorecomplexself-released.bandcamp.com/track/blood-sport

Often I find myself pumping out 'dark' material. I suppose it's a way to keep it out of my mind for a while, or at least attempt a creative 'negative aesthetics'. This horrendous, irreverent mish-mash of ultra-grim references is a perfect example. It's intended more as lucid Surrealism than outright humour (it's quite hard for one to laugh at most of the topics in truth). A creaking shedload of religious, historical, globalist, intelligence community, fake news, and occult cultural references, and a few nods to the bleakest end of the political discussion spectrum. It was quite strenuous to write, but satisfying - somehow - to compose also. I hope it encourages a little thought, for a few minutes. Or just grim entertainment. Too many intertwining allusive nods for its own good. I think I prefer writing music.

I based this audio footage on a full interview I undertook, led by Ryan of the website "From Corners Unknown", and trimmed slightly now by myself to remove all my futtering and rambling and superfluous comments. I had a bad cold when this was recorded also, and my connection's audio quality was dire.

It's as good an introduction to my other, 'proper' Industrial music solo project - Bleach For The Stars - as any, though. It's also outrageously grim in places, not least because of my fiercely bumbling, effortlessly maudlin speaking voice.

Despite my comment about the unwise penetrating of Sheol online, I did stick a resoundingly horrifying period 'background' photo into this in the end, albeit a trimmed one, just to remove the terror and slight pathos of my not-entirely-sound facial expression. At least it's not one of the smiling ones.

Ryan was extremely patient and accepting of my horrendous answers. I recommend his website very much: https://fromcornersunknown.com/

As for mine, if you survive this interview, and don't pass out in distress (or enter terminally-bored catatonia), consider trying out a few of my humble noises: https://bleachforthestars.bandcamp.com/

It was written at the start of the year so it's a little out of date in places, but I think most of the points still hold - the eternal problem with covering political material is the aging process, so I tried to keep many of the themes fairly ephemeral, to compensate.

Skomorokh is one of my Vore Complex side projects, the other one being my Throbberstalk mixes. This doggerel slam poetry piece seems to have brutally offended and put out everyone I've showed it to so far; perhaps I've been targeting the wrong circles. Let's try it here.

An irreverent-yet-dismayed political pastiche of the words to "Reasons to be Cheerful, Part 3" by Ian Dury & The Blockheads. The original song is very cheerful indeed. I, naturally, wanted a more scathing version; more in line with the latter-day zeitgeist. It should be bittersweet more than outright amusing. I'm comparatively (and relatively) concerned about every issue I cover... see it, to crudely paraphrase Mr Dury's words, as a shopping list of grief, uncertainty and exasperation.

As usual, it's only a demo. I might get it mastered and tidied up eventually, and give the lyrics a little tinkering to renovate them for a gloriously dismay-inducing present.

A simple lyrics video, with a somewhat relevant set of contemporary poetic ideas. It's only a demo track so far though so elements may change.

The original song's premise was just... hideous, so I composed a more cultured, more acceptable instrumental re-take. It's still *quite* dark though.

A little reflection on days gone by (and quite thankfully so). Not one of my political songs, for a change. There's a whole album of this sort of punky industrial electronics coming out soon. Another one. I hope someone enjoys it. Look for it on my Bandcamp if you like. Lyrics underneath.

Ride

Mind over matter
And the matter so sick
Build up those black walls brick by brick
Mind over matter
And the matter so sick
Build up those black walls brick by brick

Black room blackout
Parasite mind
Dig into the rabbit hole and look what you find
Chemical cross-eyed powder pure itch
Crackhead
Cracked heart
Son of a bitch

Simian psychodrama
Crass thought compiled
And flailing in the brains of the wretched and defiled
An action replay of synthesised sweat
Digging towards dementia
Are you dizzy yet?
Digging towards dementia
Are you dizzy yet?

Fixed face fawning
Fractured shrines
Nothing to believe in and nothing to shine
Ride a white horse to the end of the line
Larval mind leaking ash
Bloody tatters in time

Fixed face fawning
Fractured shrines
Nothing to believe in and nothing to shine
Ride a white horse to the end of the line
Larval mind leaking ash
Bloody tatters in time

Asphalt heart sutured to my sleeve
Harmonized to numb naïve
A stench of flesh spread wide to receive
The gift of holy hate’s debris

Middle finger faithfulness
Turned to kiss the void
Pornstar perfection for the paranoid
A mewling slick of canvas drenched in crimson cold decay
Don’t bother coming back if you can even find the way

Fixed face fawning
Fractured shrines
Nothing to believe in and nothing to shine
Ride a white horse to the end of the line
Larval mind leaking ash
Bloody tatters in time

Mind over matter
And the matter so sick
Build up those black walls brick by brick

Fixed face fawning
Fractured shrines
Ride a white horse to the end of the line

Torch the daylight with sold out souls
Aborted dreams deleted
Chaos controls
A stripped wreck swilling on sepulchre shores
I am just your little whore

Fixed face fawning
Fractured shrines
Nothing to believe in and nothing to shine
Ride a white horse to the end of the line
Larval mind leaking ash
Bloody tatters in time

Another one from about a year back. I set this audio-sample collage up to lead viewers into thinking that I speaking of (or demonizing) one particular side - almost a conventional legacy media position on the matter, only to develop it gradually with my true intentions, turned completely the other way. Fonts and colours chosen carefully for semiotic association, though the background's just my album cover. I wrote the music to this, but my real thanks go to S. Molyneux and 'Iconoclast Dan' for letting me sample their words to reinforce the argument. Gimcrack - superficially appealing, but intrinsically flawed and insubstantial, rather like some elements of the modern Left; or most of that demographic. I was a Liberal sympathiser for a long time. I don't think I can be that way anymore. The full album's called 'Nutshell', by "Vore Complex". Look in my links if you want it.

At base level, I write 3 main types of songs, perhaps 4: 'large scale atrocity reflections', 'assorted seedy and disquieting human behaviours', 'personal life cathartic works', and 'political pieces'. This would be an example of the latter. I was thinking of the sailing term - in this case 'tacking' in course direction from Left to Right. The term "Taqiya" also came to mind though. Main audio samples taken both from a nicely appropriate verse of the Holy Qu'ran, and also from some friendly residents of Tower Hamlets, East London settling in well under Multiculturalism, and putting their fascinating and ever-valid point across most delicately. Other samples were inspired by choice events up North.

I'm working on a new album of instrumental mixes at the moment. Here's a demo from it, based on one of my earlier songs.

Thanks again to Matthew - he's really very patient with me. This goes on a bit, so I converted it to TTS to speed things up. An extended interview regarding my musical solo projects. Might be interesting. Give it a shot, if you haven't already. Bandcamp links on my BitChute 'about' page.

Another rather dark song. I'd been reading about cases of 'fetal abduction' - an extremely unsavoury practice. There was one case in particular, from the US, that I focused in on, and sampled from. Extremely Surreal lyrics in this. Mainly about the world carrying on with their crass social media fads and myopic entertainment obsessions, whilst very quietly, very subtly, in the background, atrocious crimes slip by unnoticed. I was genuinely quite surprised by what I read, and horrified beyond words for a good while afterwards.

I've had this lying around for a while. I'm sure everyone (on here) knows this already, but just in case, I thought I'd reiterate it. It's a great speech. I just set it to some music I composed, and added a few scathing chorus elements. My 'Millennial-age' friends and acquaintances day to day certainly don't know this though, from personal experience. I don't think they care either. That really is all somewhat of a terrible shame. https://vorecomplexself-released.bandcamp.com/album/mewl

A biographical spoken word song (with musical backing) I composed on some of the little nagging inconveniences of life.
It's not *too* topical, granted, but, with some reflection, there are a few odd parallels to other more pressing matters in British society. To make it less dull and formulaic, I contructed a basic 'arty' music video. I hope it isn't too boring. I'm not sure what else to say about this.

Uh oh... another one of those ghastly Vore Complex songs. This one's on the disasterous consequences of illicit human experimentation i.e.by humans on other humans. I based it on the spoof "Russian Sleep Experiment" short story, but drew in other factors for my lyrics, and indeed background imagery. Cheerful stuff. A bit campy; otherwise atrociously bleak. https://vorecomplexself-released.bandcamp.com/album/mewl

A rather morbid song, taken from the album 'Silt', by Vore Complex. Just have a go with it.
https://vorecomplexself-released.bandcamp.com/album/silt

A song I wrote concerning the disasterous Left/Right paradigm in politics, a 'divide and conquer' creation of more powerful forces in the world. I also wanted to touch on the contemporary US/UK 'brown scare' - the mainstream media's hysterical attempt to play up the numbers and influence-reach of genuine Fascists (all 25 of them) whilst ignoring the Liberal (or rather, illiberal) rampages of a heavily condoned, and far more numerous Far Left, compriised of utterly intolerant, utterly brainwashed 'brown shirt' hooligans in black hoodies. I'm more inclined to blame George Soros, and indeed the international bankers who profit from such manufactured disagreement, including the notorious Rothschild dynasty and their affiliates and accomplices across the globe. So yes, that's the theme of this little piece. Don't worry - one day I might just write a normal pop song, or something.

This is perhaps one of my 'darker' songs. Sombre experimental Industrial music with an audio-sample-collage barrage of unwholesome ideas. I had been amateurishly exploring and researching some very unpleasant topics at the time, tied in to clandestine 'Satanic' practices amongst the highest echelons of society, and the massive cover-ups that seem to have occured in the Global Establishment, and among government personnel to prevent this sort of information from being readily discovered, or effectively dealt with by those of the police force and judiciary who were not in collusion with the degeneracy - I know that whistleblowers don't seem to fayre too well. An extremely bleak piece of work this one, full of references to ultimate horror. It was composed more for my own catharsis at the time than any form of readily interpreted artistic value - there's nothing of Beauty in these matters.

Thank God for freedom of speech and being able to write whatever the Hell I like on here. In a nutshell, I was homeless once, a long time ago, and had rather a few difficulties, the not-least of them being a severe case of crippling Autophagia (which I have since dispelled psychologically, most bloody thankfully). I thought I'd pen a lyrical song about a few of those memories, based on a poem I'd written at the time under, hmm... adverse circumstances. That's what this little vid is, basically - my cathartic waste discharge. Enjoy!

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I hope you like the content: songs, extensive 'eccentric' diary logs, TTS-experiments and, well... an awful lot of pitch black, if poetic, moaning.

Here's my email address though: [email protected]

Cheers to all,

Benjamin Power

PS. I'm looking forward to getting back to my studies. Quietly in the background - this is, at near-most, nothing but R'n'R.

PPS. I write music. Here's the main 'hub', as such. You can expand from there, hopefully. There's a great deal more:
https://vorecomplexself-released.bandcamp.com/