Goldicot Culls The Week - VIII

by Goldicot on Sat, Mar 8, 2025

Ihsahn balls

I spend most of my time now thinking of thesis statements. With every blurb I write there’s two of them – the thesis of the album, often abstracted or obfuscated to the limits of legibility, and my thesis of response, just as obfuscated as the former, but always more confused, less certain of its legitimacy. Since writing is a form of art, and therefore a form of creation, it’s a bit like trying to create an artwork as a response to another artwork, and by doing so I risk not writing about the original subject at all, instead a rambling mental travelogue of my own, dumb, ass.

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Goldicot Culls The Week - VII

by Goldicot on Mon, Feb 24, 2025

Some find heaven in sevens and elevens

In keeping with the albums themselves, I’ll keep it brief this week. Listen to music. It’s your job to enjoy it, not music’s job to entertain you. Art is the end result. The question of what is the interesting part. It is better to give than to receive. Insight comes from within, not from without. You can do better. 3 Spume Orgy of Corpses Independent February 18 One of the main motivating factors for these weekly articles was a way to honor the prolific artists who release multiple quality works in a single calendar year.

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Goldicot Culls The Week - VI

by Goldicot on Thu, Feb 20, 2025

40 days, 40 nights / Broken people go without

Six weeks in. I’ve completed my first goal: get some writing done whatsoever. Time to look ahead to another goal: that writing should be good. After all, the artists behind the art might be reading these. And what would they think, if instead of insightful commentary and discussion of the contents, it was mere faff and babble about their geographic residence, or lists of bands that bear some vague resemblance, or entirely unfounded observations about genres, et cetera ad infinitum?

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Goldicot Culls The Week - V

by Goldicot on Tue, Feb 11, 2025

Thus ends the beginning

And so through the door we are fully passed. Janus, the two-faced god, represents both beginnings and transitions, which I find a useful way to think about resolutions; to make them habitual they must be an endless succession of re-beginnings, in order to produce a transition in the actual pattern. January, of course, is not an actual beginning, except calendrically, just the endless procession continuing unabated. Nonetheless, it is the start of a new pattern, perhaps yet unrecognized, but the thread begins, indeed has now begun, to form, only fully glorious in hindsight and memory, yet you can still bask in its light as it dawns.

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