OUT NOW ON 93DOT93: Dunduew/Tearpalm, ‘LIVE2010’ 1/MAY/2017

What is it that Beltane fires should burn away?


Album cover by Hive Studio, source image by Ves (video)

If I can remember it correctly, it was like this: the proposal came from Tamara, through Mihajlo – why don’t we do it live, on air, at Novi Radio Beograd (Serbian for: New Radio Belgrade), which at the time was temporarily nested at 20/44, one of Belgrade’s favorite after dark joints. Instantly, I loved the idea: not only that Mihajlo’s industrial project Dunduew, was a brotherly musical endeavor (we had already shared a stage before to a mutual satisfaction) but Tearpalm as a live outfit was in its peak form – we even had studio rehearsals prior to this one. Last addition to this nite’s magick was Nenad ‘Johhny’ Racković, perhaps Belgrade’s wildest long-lasting underground visual and multimedia artist, actor and writer – and he was to VJ through the whole thing.

And he DID: using mostly pieces of his outrageous previous video work and volumes of dark and brutal porn which, combined with the fact that we were scheduled afore a sizzling house music party caused interesting commotions in the audience during the show. Or so I was told, since I noticed very little while shredding guitar and abusing keyboards.

Anyhow, the show was and still is one of my personal favorites: be it rapid, heartbeat-like machinery and Suicide-ish (think Frankie Teardrop, but LOUDER) death chants of Dunduew, or our own psychedelick reeling with fits of industrial noise rage, and singing in trance-induced temporary madness (or touch of Gnostic light, as I felt about it then), it did capture a perfect moment in our live history together, and makes a good start for the ‘purge’ announced here earlier this year. This was also the last time our original live member Miloš played with us, contributing some mean guitars to I Was a Terrible Son .666 (arguably the best live version we ever did) and Ka punom obliku.

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Dunduew and Tearpalm join forces for the finish. Photo: Jelena Marković

Album is available through 93DOT93 official Bandcamp page, for a well-known uniform fee; it is a remastered and slightly remixed (to contain some ambiance from from video document of the evening, filmed by our dear friend Ves) perfect soundboard out recording, and IT KICKS ASS. But don’t take my word for it – feel free to head over to our Bandcamp and check it out.

May Beltane fires burn away all but joy of life within us all!


OUT NOW ON 93DOT93: Tearpalm, ‘Duh .418’ 2/FEB/2017


First Tearpalm release in a while is out now, as announced. It is a grim offering, much in the same vein as the material previously released here as a part of ØØØ Edition, albeit far more removed from any source of light. Produced crudely and at points left at a stage of a bedroom sketch (most notably on Nova smrt, its only vocal-driven track), it is both consistent with project’s early days of sound manipulation and lo-fi noise and violently different from psychedelic, occult themed post-industrial electronica developed by the band over the years of playing live. Resembling the DIY ethos of 80s cassette culture and first wave black metal, this opener of an announced series of releases planned for project’s 10th anniversary leads the listener out of any map of music industry, into uncharted fringes of alienated, socially challenged experience of its author, a tapestry of death-obsessed escapism and hysterical notions of futility underlying our life’s struggles.

Paid download gets you a bonus, a massive ambient piece (and, in addition to Poslednji dah, perhaps the most ‘listenable’ track of the whole release) Bardo Chönyid – named after a Tibetan idea of nightmarish realm between death and rebirth awaiting those uncapable of letting go, plus an excerpt of a analogue radio recording around which the title track is built.

NOT for everyone. But then, what is?

Get it here.

COMING SOON: Of Ghosts, Skeletons and New Beginnings


Kumodraška 7Xx, 11000 Beograd, Serbia, 2015.

I arrived in Belgrade from the lowest southern point of Serbia sometime in October of 2015; in a fit of helpless rage, I fled from constant indignity and pain inflicted daily on me by someone I stupidly considered my ally in this life, in order to prevent the last of the best of me from disappearing completely. I was now a parent, a role I feared for most of my life, painfully aware that I am completely unable to protect a child from this world to a degree I feel a parent should – and at the same time, instantly inamored with the child to a point of the rest of the world just fading into nothing. And already it was time to leave – to love my daughter meant to go away, so that her days can be rid of tension and bitterness that immature so-called adults smear their days with. It also meant for me to go on and shoulder a burden of absence from her life and excruciating pain of her absence from mine. I took a night train with refugees out of town and after a completely insane invisible tour through most of the towns I lived in over the years, I ended up in a small subterranean room in a place my mother used to rent in Belgrade – cold turkey off my meds for clinical depression, ill and sad beyond imaginable, with a keyboard controller, Mom’s ancient PC and my guitar. One night I used a dictaphone to dispel the dread and sadness performing a little ritual: I let something in me surf AM radio in the kitchen for a couple of minutes, handing over control of my hands to something I did not entirely recognize as a part of my self. I met a ghost. And so will You, if You care to listen. It is still woven into warped waveform of that session and scant instrumentation I provided over time, feeling the same dismay that prevented me from creating music as I used to.

This Imbolc, I will start the purge that should untie my hands once again. Tearpalm enters the second decade of its existence – and may it sound its presence with joy and violence according to its nature, until the very end.


That Guy from Tearpalm


Seeing ghosts, cca. February 2016.

OUT NOW ON 93DOT93: Nikola Nežit, ‘Triad’ 1/NOV/2016

‘Feathers need to change, but the wings will stay the same’


‘Triad’ artwork by Stefan Mrkonjić, 2016.


In Jacob’s Ladder, a chiropractor angel tells a dying man about Meister Eckhart’s teaching of the nature of Hell and our connection to it. Only part that suffers therein is the part of us that resists change – until burned away and changed all the same. Changes have a natural tendency to drive us towards divinity inside and outside ourselves, death being the final transformation we have to face. Our inability to accept this creates loss, which might be a defining feature of human condition. Loss is equally unavoidable as death and there is but one way around both – acceptance.

Nežit’s new offering is a track record, a grimoire if You will, of striving towards and finally achieving that acceptance. A tremendous personal loss and facing new realities of survival in a country currently transitioning from former Eastern Bloc bad to new Western colonial worse pushed the envelope set by his ODDOT-era material further towards – pop, of all things. Because compelling stuff never needed additional harshness. Minimal, crisp but at the same time raw and even garage-like overall sound, Nežit’s own completely lyrics-oriented and almost hip-hop styled vocal delivery, richly embellished with female vocals, occasional hammering pianos, sampled orchestral stabs and at times truly melancholic guitar-driven sections is what marks this set of shapely pop songs; no solos, no nonsense, just powerful verses and choruses that stick. Three-sided revelations 4 YouTube generation.

Get it here.


93DOT93 is back – in black!


It is often said that all fortunes come in threes; three is also, as we very well know from a certain old movie, optimal number of saboteur agents working together. Nikola Nežit proposes an universe of three-sided revelations on his 3rd overall release and his full-length debut. Triad brings lore of abrupt changes, tears of rage and battle cries, all cast into pop gems through die hard DIY approach to musicmaking for the twilight of Infomaniac Age.

Scheduled for release on November 1st, on 93DOT93 official Bandcamp page.

Stay tuned for more news!


OUT NOW ON 93DOT93: Various Artists, ‘femNOISE EP #1’, 22/DEC/15


‘Secret Life of Trees IV’ by Irena Kazazić

Now, with the end of December approaching fast, various Marys come to mind. Mother Mary, Mary Magdalene, Mary the Jewess, Mary won’t you call my name – but what if all of them were just ONE, universal woman? Mary, mother of Christ – what if she was merely a teacher, conveyer of wisdom, thus bringing out a saviour in us all? If Christ never existed, save as a pinnacle of humanity in all of us, reached via this wisdom, female wisdom?

True virgin birth, that would be.

Continuing 93.93s ØØØ Edition, a Winter Solstice treat of noise made by Women is here! From delicious, gloomy, rhythmic noise of Eärwen Dies, via okkvlt scented percussive industrial EBM of MetaKhaos and unrestrained non-computer noise of visdomstann, all the way to krautish vibes with Eastern bent delivered by Edipa_D, this first instalment in hopefully long lasting series to be is now at Your very finger tips – and it’s free!

Cover art is a detail of above displayed piece by Irena Kazazić, a cool artist You should check out when You get the time. Also featuring a PDF with scans of her recent ‘Secret Life of Trees’ series.

Merry Yule to all!

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