The Stygian Wholesto

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We look at these kids with curiosity and reverence for their ability and aspirations considering our own political milieu. Refuse/Resist, the song by the hard-riffing and guttural band, Sepultura, essentially was a praxis on Brazilian discouragements in the fading shadow of a notable Italian family. Closer in touch with ancestral roots (proof is in the next album Roots Bloody Roots), Sepultura fused Amazonian tribal techniques, some African, with American thrash metal with shades of Norwegian black metal. These kids could be Brazilian, and at times in the sub-par recording, we can hear Portuguese splicing. This song is often dubbed over the Tiananmen Square standoff in China, and there is, without a doubt, considering modern Brazil, these children fronting the same revolutionary spirit burning. The Stygian, though, (a probable pessimistic aside), likes to point out the irony of the video. The guitarist/singer, fronts a Pokemon shirt while thrashing to a song that wishes to climb upon the machinery and stand up, to refuse and resist, to say, “I am human and will not blindly adhere to your version of reality.” And as we know, children may want a visual oriented clothing, labels, etc;, but it is the parent who buys it, the parent who likely helped teach these children thrash metal, and the parent who is obviously filming this and has uploaded it to YouTube…

So again we have a faux deliberation, faux sub-culture elitism, a faux punk subversion, a faux anarchistic protocol towards hated moral-literary values. In terms of lubricating the revolution, this video re-assures us of tyranny and its complex intersection of intergazes, watching us all and calling itself the popular arts. We look towards change on our following generations. What we find to be a privileged space for fulfilled projects and a sequence of expressive clarity, of visionary truth without the didactic throes of culture, we only find the common, all too automated, poetic pressure of uniformed and trendy thinking. It is only a small step to imagine a “Go Green” slogan at the end of this video. The essential device of music is a separate metaphorical language full of linguistic elements and negative knowledge. The cover song here refuses and resists a real discursive approach on truth. It poses no explanation and is vacuous in its cause. It disassembles it’s original trajectory, and in turn, glorifies the thing, the machine, it ultimately wishes to destroy. It’s parasitic amateurism. Impersonal, unsound, nonpositional, and is devoid of what we determine as the historcality of consciousness.