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I Radiate Complex Patterns

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There Is Nothing But Love Here

One part completed, followed by a clawing sense of disconnect. In other words, it’s time for the music….

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MAgog Agog @ Darkcell

This is but the second release made available through so far, but eventually, (as resouces proliferate), the whole Choronzon and Veil Of Thrns back catalogues will be available. This avenue and direct digital downloads shall be the main place you can find our releases and know that we’re making something off the deal.

Happy birthday, Captain!

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Era Vulgaris – The Future – The Past

A quick note on 2005 business stuff. “Era Vulgaris” is by far the best selling Choronzon album so far, and the album picked up by the most digital retailers, (47 companies). Total digital sales: 1412. It’s a start. At an average 70 cent take per song, it was enough to buy paper and ink for CTW, after several months of donating all sales to hurricane relief. Veil of Thorns trails far behind, for I’ve had no new releases since 2002 and no time or resources to promote the project, an ongoing issue. As soon as I have a bit of time and more resources, I’ll be rectifying the situation for the demo remasters and the Choronzon releases of 2005, (“panic Pandemic and “New World Chaos”. Eventually all the musick will be available through Darkcell, as well as the digital services and in-store kiosks. The latest to add Choronzon is Destra, which makes the back catalogue available to several digital retailers in Australia.

choronzon “era vulgaris”
label: Foamin’ Sodomy Records
format: CD

While there are moments of almost pure black metal insanity – you know, that wall of blazing guitar, demonic keyboard and hissing vocals that crushes all in its path – there are plenty of otherish moments too. First, I say almost pure black metal. I say that because while it has every element every die-hard black metal fan will vomit on themselves in joy over, there’s a distinct difference buried down under all the brutality. Which brings us to the “otherish” moments. For one thing, sort of like Devin Townsend (Strapping Young Lad) and his solo project is thick and heavy but also ambient and epic in sound, like music that spans the skies, Choronzon also boasts a musicality that goes beyond mere black metal keyboards, an expansive and near stratospheric beauty that both encompasses and emanates from the music. Add to that the grooves (when not in full black metal mode) that push the band along and give them an industrial-influenced sound, something like the percussion does for latter day Prong. But there are places where Choronzon also roams into full-out industrial territory, like they’ve been studying up on their Ministry, Skrew and Nihil. And there are places of just plain, unique industrial-tinged metal. All told, Choronzon boasts an eclectic musicality almost never fucking seen in the scene. Know what I mean?

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Choronzon Reviewed – 07/12/04
Psychosis Ex Machina
[Foamin’ Sodomy Records]

Taking the most esoteric electronic elements possible and combining in a petri dish populated with droning metal and etheral, raspy vocals creates a musical experience that’s bewildering, terrifying, and insanely methodical at the same time. Definitely not something any fan of avant garde or progressive black metal should miss although few will probably ever appreciate this work, Choronzon makes Aborym look cheesier than Hammerfall doing a ballad with Elton John.

While Choronzon has always been blurring the lines between drug-induced terror (terrorcore might be the best description here) and atmospheric black metal, this album pushes the line more toward the former. Psychosis Ex Machina takes several lunging steps outside black metal and integrates noise and the rhythms of black metal.

This album brings in a few new twists to the Choronzon repertoire of “ways to freak you out of your fucking mind.” Here, there are several layers to the electronic segments that outstrip the capabilities of every electronic section attempted by a black metal band. Interesting enough, the guitar parts on here do not resemble extreme metal much because of the dissonance is carried out more with the synths than the guitars. The metal aspects are more along older thrash metal than 90s death metal. Most of the time, guitar is an atmospheric addition to the driving beats of the drum machine and weirded-out synth leads. Also, there are now vocal samples in the interludes between the tracks (which are really dark ambient / industrial sections). Otherwise, there’s nothing new added to the electronic repertoire that’s worth noting.

But while most groups approach hybridization techniques as juxtaposition, Choronzon is about integration. Dynamic switching between metal as the foundation and different electronic genres keeps this album fresh and unpredictable, even if there were fewer layers in the compositions. The light / dark transition I’ve mentioned before is obscured and not so obvious on this album, which is somewhat of a letdown. However, there are tracks that do transition in moods drastically.

This album differs from Era Vulgaris in that it’s a significantly darker and more chatic album – the more organic sounds of Era Vulgaris don’t make the cut much here. In less words, it’s a lot scarier and faster (ie. Asymmetrical Red Chamber) …higher-energy with dark ambient tracks interspersed. Secondly, Psychosis Ex Machina has lost a lot of the warm, spiritual themes of both Magog Agog and Era Vulgaris. But what’s replaced them are some offerings of Williams’ movement into dark ambient.

Psychosis Ex Machina is a step further in the direction of noise and black metal while fundamentally resting in the realm of general extreme metal, not just black or death or thrash, etc. If earlier Choronzon was barely listenable to most music listeners, Psychosis Ex Machina is overbearing and oftentimes suffocating in the multitude of layers. Overall, you cannot assign a single label to this sort of sound and be reasonably accurate. So even my descriptions here should be considered insufficient in describing the wealth of ideas and themes on this album.

Even after dozens of listens I’m finding more things about this record and it still has the awe and entrancing feelings of when I first heard these tracks. These are the signs of a true classic to me, and as such I have no reservations giving this work my highest recommendations.

01. Dies-Ease (Wrath)
02. The Enchanting Dead
03. Crypt-Analysis
04. Surge of Blood
05. Crossing I – The 30th Aethyr
06. Asymmetrical Red Chamber
07. Crossing II – The 29th Aethyr
08. Justified
09. Crossing III – The 28th Aethyr
10. Ornamental Crypto-Anarchy

Rating: 10/10
Release Date: 2004
Length: 70:41
Review By: Nec

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Choronzon은 Peter Emerson Williams라는 미국인의 원맨 프로젝트 밴드로써 이 앨범이 이 밴드의 데뷔작이다. 앨범을 발매해준 Nocturnal Art Productions은 Limbonic Art, Sirius, Tidfall등의 밴드로도 국내에 잘 알려진 노르웨이의 레이블인데 사실 Choronzon이라는 밴드의 존재는 레이블 초기의 발매작임에도 불구하고 그리 잘 알려져 있지 않았던 것 같다. Nocturnal Art의 유일한 미국출신 밴드라는 것이 다소 의아하긴 하나 Peter라는 인물이 노르웨이의 피가 섞인 미국인이라고 하더라. 모르긴 몰라도 계약에 있어 적지않은 비중을 차지했을 것이다.
Choronzon의 음악은 상당한 비중의 샘플링을 이용한 아방가르드 블랙메탈 정도의 음악으로 얘기해 볼 수 있을 것 같다. 완벽한 완성도를 지닌 앨범이라고 딱 부러지게 장담할 순 없지만 녹터널 아트의 릴리즈답게 상당히 독특하고 평범치않은 음악이란 것을 인정하지 않울 수 없다. Korova, Fleurety등의 실험성짙은 아방가르드 블랙메탈 밴드와 Aborym, Diabolicum등의 인더스트리얼 블랙메탈 밴드의 음악들에서 Choronzon과의 공통점을 찾아 볼 수 있었는데, Choronzon의 음악은 80년대의 쓰래쉬에서 응용한 듯한 기타리프도 상당히 두드러진다. 신경써서 잘 만들어진 음악임에는 분명하지만 사운드가 더 잘 뽑혔더라면 훨씬 좋았을텐데라는 아쉬움은 있다.
그러나 Nocturnal Art의 주인인 Samoth에게는 이들의 음악에서 별다른 비젼이 보이지 않았는지 이 후 두 장의 앨범을 더 녹음했음에도 불구하고 앨범발매를 거절당했다고 한다. 그런 이유로 현재 이 밴드의 존재여부는 확인되지 않고 있다. 그렇게 사장되어 버리기에는 상당히 아까운 구석이 있는 밴드였는데…

Samoth Speaking With Metal E-‘Zine

Metal E-Zine: Will Choronzon release another record on…

Samoth: I don’t think so, I mean, I really like the guy.. he’s a really cool guy and he has some cool ideas, but I mean it’s impossible to sell this… I mean nobody buys it – it’s too weird so people don’t understand it.

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Dreamless Sleep

The Gods stand aside dispassionately and observe. Having been poisoned for centuries, they are incapable of action. They have not even the strength for emotion.

The hard, physical world floats around me, like the dreams, like those all encompassing dreams. The hallway outside my bedroom is obscured by itself. I follow known directions, trusting my mental map of my house. Looking down the front of my body is like looking down an endless cliff. Every step feels like I am plunging myself to my death. I find the phone and hold it to my ear. I’m not sure if my arms reach to my ear; the mouthpiece by my face is so far away. I hope she can hear me over this distance.


The distant voice echoes throughout the house. The Daimon hisses in reply. The phone by my face is at the bottom of an endless slope. I have got to shout so she can hear me from the top.


I know what to answer, I just cannot say it. The words fly out of my skull, but cannot penetrate the sheets of reality that keep dropping in front of me, tearing apart, only to reveal more illusory reality beneath.

Paradise was never lost.
Truth is; we never left

In fact, I have dreamt this world into being and am terrified I’ll never awake.


The sky is blazing in the death of the last day. I am in a field filled with death escaping the city. Behind me is a flowing unreality that is transforming the surrounding landscape like liquid floating weightless in space. I stop and stand forlorn in a wasteland of forlorn humanity. I know in this dream what lies behind this transformation of reality, that I have known it would happen, but I will awaken wondering.

Dimensions are near impossible to judge, for matter itself is in constant flux. I feel freed by this change. I am somehow adjusted to the dissolution in a way I can not explain as much as intuit. I move distant sights toward me, I am not walking, not moving, not still. Not me.

Not I.

Distant, imminent, immobile, on a hill one moment, flailing in midair the next, is a dancing human figure. It remains in the same space as the surroundings change around it. Dancing, it appears, in apparent joy of glorious victory. I pull the vision closer to understand. As we converge, I can hear a hollow shriek issuing from it. There is something chilling about the call of the dancer, like what one might imagine the dead would sound in their desiccating desire for continued physicality. This cry is devoid of passion and the timbre of living flesh.

When I am next to the figure I realize the sounds are not coming from its throat.

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Purity Of Essence

I am screaming at my shoes. Hanging on a promise from a lover, I wait like a hermit at the stake. I see you hawk the sacrament in a reverie of acquiescence, melt away, and demur.

I got to go, people.

Chime through the theatre of Strength. An enervating performance is set to begin which shall tax all tolerance. Elements of character meet your gaze at the corridor, insurgent, red disdain in corrupt augmentations. An uneasy condition, we gorge ourselves on our own to prevent the apprehension of relentlessness.

I’ve been expecting you.

Come in. It’s all for your benefit.

We lack hysteria, the formlessness that will live forever as dank calls to action founder forgotten.

I am headed for adoration in the deep longing for nothingness. The essence of conventional lives of ritual vanity expressed in soulful, sweet remnants’ inevitable reek, terrible in their subterranean sin of a clinging rage, leaves us at a loss to explain what we see.

I process forms, encouraging war on the defiled, always aware of their reflective meaning. Left to languish in their soul’s execution, the tautness of their purposeless laments, the brazen tread over their bodies, talking on a tiny, cancer-giving device all the while, an eye is closed. A world rejoins the darkness beyond night. The time that was shall ever/never exist. The stillness, preoccupied, drawn in to that nowhere, has become aware of an odd, embryonic authority.

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