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  • 13 days to go for the Spasmo Fest crowdfunding

    I know, I know—there hasn’t been much disclosed about the upcoming Spasmo Fest 4, which is happening in San Cesario sul Panaro, Modena (Italy), on December 14th. But I’m finally ready to reveal a few juicy details! Get ready for two electrifying live shows, a chilling display of gruesome cinema props, hours of thrilling short…

  • SPASMO FEST needs you!

    Italy might not be the best vacation spot in December, but if you find yourself in Northern Italy and are craving a dose of spine-chilling terror, Spasmo Fest is an independent horror film festival that has got you covered. Join us on December 14th in San Cesario sul Panaro, Modena, for an unforgettable and twisted…

  • Anatomia / Ossuary concert in Bologna

    To seldomly leave the comfortable four walls in order to attend a gig is still something I am extremely reticent to do, albeit there are indeed perfect storms that unerringly manage to lift my heavy ass from the couch. And to have Anatomia, which is my favorite current Death Metal band playing half an hour…

  • An unfiltered good night of beer and music

    I’m not particularly eager to write these days, but I’ve promised myself to regularly update my blog (no, I won’t say when). If more than twenty-four hours pass, I tend to forget what I wanted to say, so I might as well post right away. Hence, here’s your black metal concert review. You don’t get…

  • Midjourney renditions of Voivod and Carnivore (and special guest)

    I decided to join the Midjourney crowd by using lines from Thermonuclear Warrior and Korgull the Exterminator as baselines. Here’s the result. Thermonuclear Warrior And for some reason I always associated the Tapping The Vein blue barbarian gunman with this song, so here’s the result. Korgull the Exterminator

  • Gatekeeping is shit

    On a superficial reading, the last post might seem like an ode to gatekeeping: “let’s keep our passions among ourselves,” in short. It wasn’t. It was an ode to the pursuit of the spirit of things and an invitation to eschew everything that is proposed by the masses. It was an invitation to search for…

  • On abundance and scarcity

    I was sweeping the floor this morning, picking up the hair of three giant dogs and one fluffy cat reflecting of the state of misery in which we live or will live. Same old middle-aged talk in short. Between passages I caught myself thinking how fertile the soil of necessity really is, in short, scarcity…