SANTA CRUZ: knee deep, crystal
HIGH, from the fertility rites of the
jungle (le sacre du printemps) to the sinister soul of the endless
chain gang hoogie boogie, from the freak-out fuzz funk (black funky
metal) of the black ritual acid rock to the ove rtones and mindfuck
mantras of the drug metal drone magnet (reality is MY WAR, but I shall
RISE ABOVE!), there is but one Law (LOGOS): mind is matter and only
but matter, as God is Love and only but Love, and that's the only
thing that matters, entia non sunt multiplicanda praeter necessitatem!
And if Providence provides Nature's natural needs, by the Holy
Mother's merciless Mercy, those relentless rays of enlightening Light
breaking through the vast and empty darkness (THANATOS), the blissfull
and elusive illusion of divine Love (EROS), how can you ever speak of
unspeakable acts and unnatural deeds? ...or substance illegal?
Swas-ti-ka: IT'S-ALL-RIGHT! Penetration, punishment, paranoia, theblade
so swift and sharp(cloak and dagger!) and all the voices that whisper: THE
FLESH DEMANDS TO BE CUT! Ever since his black needle catharsis
(that bizarre gardening accident!) the MOTORWOLF sadhu (the real rock
'n' roll rabbi!) has been in his HIGH desert hide-out, only to descend to
the deep valley below to teach you pity little worms (crawl and open your
mouth!) the TRUE LOVE that is... SANTA CRUZ! We shall feast upon
your desecrated bodies! Also hat der Zarathustra gesprochen...