The thing for me that makes DSO so great is how emotive their music manages to be despite all their dissonant, broken chords and their mindfuckingly avant garde approach. No such thing as a boring DSO song if you ask me!
(“Death is the most terrible thing; And to maintain its works is what requires the greatest strength” - Hegel) Would it all be absurd? Or might it make some kind of sense? I’ve made myself sick wondering about it, I awake in the morning - Just the way millions do, Millions of boys, girls, infants and old men, Their slumber dissipated forever... These millions, those slumbers have no meaning. A hidden meaning? Hidden, yes, “obviously”! But if nothing has any meaning, there’s no point in my doing anything. I’ll beg off. I’ll use any deceitful means to get out of it, In the end I’ll have to let go and sell myself to meaninglessness, nonsense: That is man’s killer; The one who tortures and kills, not a glimmer of hope left. But if there is meaning? Today I don’t know what it is. Tomorrow? Tomorrow, who can tell me? Am I going to find out what it is? No, I can’t conceive of any “meaning” other than “my” anguish, and as for that, I know all about it. And for the time being: nonsense. Monsieur Nonsense is writing and understands that he is mad. It’s atrocious. But his madness, this meaninglessness - how “serious” it has become all of a sudden! - Might that indeed be “meaningful”? My life has only a meaning insofar as I lack one: oh, but let me be mad! Make something of all this he who is able to, Understand it he who is dying, And there the living self is, knowing not why, It’s teeth chattering in the lashing wind: The immensity, the night engulfs it and, All on purpose, that living self is there just in order... “not to know”. But as for God? God, if he knew, would be a swine. He would entirely grasp the idea... but what would there be of the human about him? Beyond, beyond everything... And yet farther, and even farther still... HIMSELF, in an ecstasy, above an emptiness... Cognitive activity: God comes to be known in ways that originate in God solely God is nothing if He is not, in every sense, the surpassing God; In the sense of common everyday being, in the sense of dread, Horror and impurity, and, finally, in the sense of nothing... He is mystery, indeed he is the absolute mystery Divine disclosure is in direct proportion To the degree of divine concealment Intensification of revelation equals To increase of god’s hiddenness Descent of the Deus Absconditus The unreservedly open spirit - open to death, to torment, to joy -, The open spirit, open and dying, Suffering and dying and happy, stands in a certain veiled light: That light is divine. And the cry that breaks from a twisted mouth may perhaps twist him who utters it, But what he speaks is an immense alleluia, flung into endless silence, and lost there. Shall my only victory be available in conscience? Why is absence the proof, when I demand palpable presence? There is enough light to enlighten the elect and enough darkness to humble them There is enough darkness to blind the reprobate and enough clarity to condemn them, And make them without excuse Our perception is subject to the fissure of concupiscence Woestruck am I realizing that the light cast on this Chiaroscuro world is partial and selective Division, election and predestination Enabled by grace or left to one’s own device... Anguish only is sovereign absolute. The sovereign is a king no more: it dwells low-biding in big cities. It knits itself up in silence, obscuring it’s sorrow. Crouching thick-wrapped, there it waits, Lies waiting for the advent of Him who shall strike a general terror; But meanwhile and even so sorrow scornfully mocks at all that comes to pass, at all there is. From very high above a kind of stillness swept down upon me and froze me It was as though I were borne aloft in a flight of headless and unbodied angels Shaped from the broad swooping of wings, but it was simpler than that I became unhappy and felt painfully forsaken, as one is when in the presence of God She was seated, she held one leg stuck up in the air, to open her crack Yet wider she used her fingers to draw the folds of skin apart And so her “old rag and ruin” loured at me, hairy and pink, Just as full of life as some loathsome squid “Why”, I stammered in a subdued tone, “Why are you doing that?” “You can see for yourself”, she said, “I’m God” No use laying it all up to irony when I say of her that she is GOD. But GOD figured as a public whore and gone crazy - That, viewed through the optic of “philosophy”, makes no sense at all. I don’t mind having my sorrow derided if derided it has to be, He only will grasp me aright whose heart holds a wound that is an incurable wound, Who never, for anything, in any way, would be cured of it... And what man, if so wounded, would ever be willing to “die” of any other hurt? If there is nothing that surpasses our powers and our understanding, If we do not acknowledge something greater than ourselves, Greater than we are despite ourselves, Something which at all costs must not be, Then we do not reach the insensate moment towards which we strive With all that is in our power and which at the same time We exert with all our power to stave off I can utter no word, O my God, unless I be permitted by Thee And can move in no direction until I obtain Thy sanction It is Thou, O my God, Who hast called me into being through the power Of Thy might, and has endued me with Thy grace to manifest Thy Cause The act whereby being - existence - is bestowed upon us Is an unbearable surpassing of being, An act no less unbearable than that of dying. And since, in death, being is taken away from us at the same time it is given us, We must seek for it in the feeling of dying, In those unbearable moments when it seems to us that we are dying Because the existence in us, During these interludes, Exists through nothing but a sustaining and ruinous excess, When the fullness of horror and that of joy coincide. As I waited for annihilation, all that subsisted in me Seemed to me to be the dross over which man’s life tarries... “Diabolus Absconditus”: the conjunction of intellect And psychotropic-altered senses supported by insistent and archaic sounds
I don't claim to be some black metal expert. I don't spell cult with a "k". But I have been listening to extreme/odd/challenging music for a couple of decades now, including a boatload of BM, from Burzum and Venom to Craft and Wolves in the Throne Room, and I can honestly say that DSO is doing things that totally transcend the black metal genre. They are truly an elite band, imo.
@SharksInTheGenePool I agree with you absolutely. They have a Psychedelic slant to them that does not rely on the fey meanderings of actual Psychedelia.
You are absolutely not alone. I have a very similar musical background, and can only aprove of what you just say. This is great art. I only recently discovered DSO and am so stuck on Paracletus and Drought. I just love the atmosphere they are able to create which is really unique in our times. There is much hate for this band out there from the "true" scene. But since i am a man of progress i eagerly await every new release from this truly grand band. Salute!
@FenFen55Box "Mass Grave Aesthetics" was released in 2008 in a split-album with Mütiilation, Antaeus and Malicious Secrets; later, it was released as an EP in the same year. "Diabolus Absconditus" was in a split-album, "Crushing The Holy Trinity - Father" (2005). For further information, look them up in the Encyclopaedia Metallum
@blackbloodstudios The EP is a new vinyl release but the songs are not. This song was on the Crushing the Holy Trinity compilation and the 2nd song is on Entrails to Dirt compilation, both 2005.
@Xaxaar Unfortunately, it seems that the possibility to upload videos longer than 15 mins was just a temporary malfunction of youtube; in fact, I can't upload videos longer than the extablished limit anymore now :(
Deathspell Omega is absolutely awesome....Thye just put out a new EP apparently, with this name....I wonder if it is the same song or just has the same name.....
«There is much hate for this band out there from the "true" scene.» Seriously? I've always considered DSO as a leading reality in the black metal scene, how can it possibly be that there is hatred in their regard? Tell me more.
Same happened with Mayhem in my opinion. For me, Chimera was their masterpiece. It´s one of this very rare masteralbums. Unique atmosphere, awesome production, the best songwriting this band has ever seen. And still, the "fanbase" hated it, cause it wasn´t black metal anymore (in the eyes of the "elite". And then Ordo ad Chao came and it sounded just like the black metal album their fans wanted. Shitty garage sound, straight forward songwriting... Made me really sad. And Blasphemer too i think.
You just have to look a little and you will find plenty of negative Reviews on DSO. But it will always be this way. If it doesn´t sound at least a little like "mysteriis dom sathanas" and be it productionwise (you know that good ol´ 90´s garage sound) it´s no black metal. It´s always the same when a "raw" black metal band becomes more progressive or goes into avantgarde, the "black metal elite" swings in to mark the "betrayers"
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Music like this makes me proud to be into Black Metal. Hail DsO!
The thing for me that makes DSO so great is how emotive their music manages to be despite all their dissonant, broken chords and their mindfuckingly avant garde approach. No such thing as a boring DSO song if you ask me!
This fucking band, dude. Holy shit.
(“Death is the most terrible thing; And to maintain its works is what requires the greatest strength” - Hegel)
Would it all be absurd?
Or might it make some kind of sense?
I’ve made myself sick wondering about it,
I awake in the morning -
Just the way millions do,
Millions of boys, girls, infants and old men,
Their slumber dissipated forever...
These millions, those slumbers have no meaning.
A hidden meaning?
Hidden, yes, “obviously”!
But if nothing has any meaning, there’s no point in my doing anything.
I’ll beg off.
I’ll use any deceitful means to get out of it,
In the end I’ll have to let go and sell myself to meaninglessness, nonsense:
That is man’s killer;
The one who tortures and kills, not a glimmer of hope left.
But if there is meaning?
Today I don’t know what it is.
Tomorrow?
Tomorrow, who can tell me?
Am I going to find out what it is?
No, I can’t conceive of any “meaning” other than “my” anguish, and as for that,
I know all about it.
And for the time being: nonsense.
Monsieur Nonsense is writing and understands that he is mad.
It’s atrocious.
But his madness, this meaninglessness - how “serious” it has become all of a sudden! -
Might that indeed be “meaningful”?
My life has only a meaning insofar as I lack one: oh, but let me be mad!
Make something of all this he who is able to,
Understand it he who is dying,
And there the living self is, knowing not why,
It’s teeth chattering in the lashing wind:
The immensity, the night engulfs it and,
All on purpose, that living self is there just in order... “not to know”.
But as for God?
God, if he knew, would be a swine.
He would entirely grasp the idea... but what would there be of the human about him?
Beyond, beyond everything... And yet farther, and even farther still...
HIMSELF, in an ecstasy, above an emptiness...
Cognitive activity: God comes to be known in ways that originate in God solely
God is nothing if He is not, in every sense, the surpassing God;
In the sense of common everyday being, in the sense of dread,
Horror and impurity, and, finally, in the sense of nothing...
He is mystery, indeed he is the absolute mystery
Divine disclosure is in direct proportion
To the degree of divine concealment
Intensification of revelation equals
To increase of god’s hiddenness
Descent of the Deus Absconditus
The unreservedly open spirit - open to death, to torment, to joy -,
The open spirit, open and dying,
Suffering and dying and happy, stands in a certain veiled light:
That light is divine.
And the cry that breaks from a twisted mouth may perhaps twist him who utters it,
But what he speaks is an immense alleluia, flung into endless silence, and lost there.
Shall my only victory be available in conscience?
Why is absence the proof, when I demand palpable presence?
There is enough light to enlighten the elect and enough darkness to humble them
There is enough darkness to blind the reprobate and enough clarity to condemn them,
And make them without excuse
Our perception is subject to the fissure of concupiscence
Woestruck am I realizing that the light cast on this
Chiaroscuro world is partial and selective
Division, election and predestination
Enabled by grace or left to one’s own device...
Anguish only is sovereign absolute.
The sovereign is a king no more: it dwells low-biding in big cities.
It knits itself up in silence, obscuring it’s sorrow.
Crouching thick-wrapped, there it waits,
Lies waiting for the advent of Him who shall strike a general terror;
But meanwhile and even so sorrow scornfully mocks at all that comes to pass, at all there is.
From very high above a kind of stillness swept down upon me and froze me
It was as though I were borne aloft in a flight of headless and unbodied angels
Shaped from the broad swooping of wings, but it was simpler than that
I became unhappy and felt painfully forsaken, as one is when in the presence of God
She was seated, she held one leg stuck up in the air, to open her crack
Yet wider she used her fingers to draw the folds of skin apart
And so her “old rag and ruin” loured at me, hairy and pink,
Just as full of life as some loathsome squid
“Why”, I stammered in a subdued tone, “Why are you doing that?”
“You can see for yourself”, she said, “I’m God”
No use laying it all up to irony when I say of her that she is GOD.
But GOD figured as a public whore and gone crazy -
That, viewed through the optic of “philosophy”, makes no sense at all.
I don’t mind having my sorrow derided if derided it has to be,
He only will grasp me aright whose heart holds a wound that is an incurable wound,
Who never, for anything, in any way, would be cured of it...
And what man, if so wounded, would ever be willing to “die” of any other hurt?
If there is nothing that surpasses our powers and our understanding,
If we do not acknowledge something greater than ourselves,
Greater than we are despite ourselves,
Something which at all costs must not be,
Then we do not reach the insensate moment towards which we strive
With all that is in our power and which at the same time
We exert with all our power to stave off
I can utter no word, O my God, unless I be permitted by Thee
And can move in no direction until I obtain Thy sanction
It is Thou, O my God, Who hast called me into being through the power
Of Thy might, and has endued me with Thy grace to manifest Thy Cause
The act whereby being - existence - is bestowed upon us
Is an unbearable surpassing of being,
An act no less unbearable than that of dying.
And since, in death, being is taken away from us at the same time it is given us,
We must seek for it in the feeling of dying,
In those unbearable moments when it seems to us that we are dying
Because the existence in us,
During these interludes,
Exists through nothing but a sustaining and ruinous excess,
When the fullness of horror and that of joy coincide.
As I waited for annihilation, all that subsisted in me
Seemed to me to be the dross over which man’s life tarries...
“Diabolus Absconditus”: the conjunction of intellect
And psychotropic-altered senses supported by insistent and archaic sounds
mercy to you
Are those the lyrics?
Yeah, those are the lyrics...
Some of their best work. Amazing lyrics.
the riff at 9:17 is one of the most amazing riffs ever.
I don't claim to be some black metal expert. I don't spell cult with a "k". But I have been listening to extreme/odd/challenging music for a couple of decades now, including a boatload of BM, from Burzum and Venom to Craft and Wolves in the Throne Room, and I can honestly say that DSO is doing things that totally transcend the black metal genre. They are truly an elite band, imo.
@SharksInTheGenePool I agree with you absolutely. They have a Psychedelic slant to them that does not rely on the fey meanderings of actual Psychedelia.
6:47 what a beautiful eruption
You are absolutely not alone. I have a very similar musical background, and can only aprove of what you just say. This is great art. I only recently discovered DSO and am so stuck on Paracletus and Drought. I just love the atmosphere they are able to create which is really unique in our times. There is much hate for this band out there from the "true" scene. But since i am a man of progress i eagerly await every new release from this truly grand band. Salute!
@TheDiexxxaholic Wow thank you for letting us know that awesome fact!
@FenFen55Box
"Mass Grave Aesthetics" was released in 2008 in a split-album with Mütiilation, Antaeus and Malicious Secrets; later, it was released as an EP in the same year. "Diabolus Absconditus" was in a split-album, "Crushing The Holy Trinity - Father" (2005). For further information, look them up in the Encyclopaedia Metallum
8:45 my favorite moment. What an awesome riff
@Quatttrofx
You're right. Nightbringer is one of the most underrated bands :/
@blackbloodstudios
The EP is a new vinyl release but the songs are not. This song was on the Crushing the Holy Trinity compilation and the 2nd song is on Entrails to Dirt compilation, both 2005.
Aaaaaaaaaamaaaaaaazing!!!!!!!!!
So this is what all the fuzz was about. Worth it.
@Xaxaar
Unfortunately, it seems that the possibility to upload videos longer than 15 mins was just a temporary malfunction of youtube; in fact, I can't upload videos longer than the extablished limit anymore now :(
I try searching neo black metal music and i found this
Most definitely sense Vladimir Hirsch on this
@SharksInTheGenePool I was attracted simply because it use to terrify me. No other black metal really did that for at that time.
Agreed.
Deathspell Omega is absolutely awesome....Thye just put out a new EP apparently, with this name....I wonder if it is the same song or just has the same name.....
oh boy did I do a good poopie poo in me trousers
@FenFen55Box Great. I the riffs from 7:47 - 8:14
@Xaxaar
Yep, I do think so :/
@blackbloodstudios The entire EP is just this song.
LOL...ok, I can accept that. :)
«There is much hate for this band out there from the "true" scene.»
Seriously? I've always considered DSO as a leading reality in the black metal scene, how can it possibly be that there is hatred in their regard? Tell me more.
I’d say it’s just ignorance, and DsO isn’t so much despised as they are revered, they are real bm
@AdmBmb I thought Diabolus Absconditus was a split with Mass Grave Aesthetics. Also, didn't Kénôse come out in 2005 too?
@TheDiexxxaholic definetely get a Si Monumentum... vibe of Ofermod. Not so much the work thereafter :D
I spell cult with a "k"...because i talk swedish >.
Same happened with Mayhem in my opinion. For me, Chimera was their masterpiece. It´s one of this very rare masteralbums. Unique atmosphere, awesome production, the best songwriting this band has ever seen. And still, the "fanbase" hated it, cause it wasn´t black metal anymore (in the eyes of the "elite". And then Ordo ad Chao came and it sounded just like the black metal album their fans wanted. Shitty garage sound, straight forward songwriting... Made me really sad. And Blasphemer too i think.
You just have to look a little and you will find plenty of negative Reviews on DSO. But it will always be this way. If it doesn´t sound at least a little like "mysteriis dom sathanas" and be it productionwise (you know that good ol´ 90´s garage sound) it´s no black metal. It´s always the same when a "raw" black metal band becomes more progressive or goes into avantgarde, the "black metal elite" swings in to mark the "betrayers"
Sounds a bit like Nightbringer.
Logo looks like a Castlevania enemy
The Fuck? ._.
The same song.
The same comment...