Anticipation prevents any slightest fear,
Return to ritual, ascend the ivory steeple,
Take astral flight to understand creation,
Aspire to spiritual conflagration,
Breathe the oneness of percussion,
Touch the sky, receive the precious beating
Perish on the shores of the all-distorted sea.
Hold a vigil, become a single being.
|OM mid-astral flight|
I’ll start at the end because all products of a medicinal value start at the cure. I left Stereo, Glasgow’s sweetest hidden lil’ bunker basement rock n’ roll survivors shelter and emerged into a spitting Glasgae Friday night. Years of stable excessive noise junkieism have meant a severe persistent case of tinnitus whistles in me ears perma-like and I was just dazed, blown sideways by the genuine religious post-Sabbathian experience I’d just hipped, and the gen-yoo-ine Sabbath they were playing in the bar when we finally extricated ourselves from the sweaty stygian sub-basement. I crawled out onto the back streets of Glasgae stoned, doped, whirling shoeless and doubtless grinning the loon. And I ain’t jiving ya, I came out with a glowing candlewick ember of Enlightenment, over my whole being, smiling from the middle of myself at the world. Not the true enlightenment, obvs, but a momentary approximation. Natch, it faded quickly; total spiritual oneness and awareness evaporated within a coupla blocks but I can sense the inner warmth and joy will sustain me for weeks. I don’t want to talk to anyone, I don’t want anything, I am at peace, no longer chasing a pleasure fix. All this was because of the music of Frisco’s finest drum n’ bass duo (playing as a power-trio with the ethereal Robert Aiki Aubrey Lowe – ‘Lichens’ to the likes of you peasants) had finally leeched into a darkened corner of God’s country. OM had come at last to Scotland, and they’ll be back presently, so high priest Cisneros communicated to us.
|Meditation, preparation and release; attunes to access light of celestial form|
This wall for me to fling my poo at has had quite a bit of OM worship over the years (and one severe OM kicking that concluded “I recommend [Live Conference] to you only if you need to buy a wedding present for your ex”) because their particular post-Sleep’s post-Sabbath riffage and Tibetan byzantine chanting is conduit one to higher understanding and their records have been progressively approaching the zenith that their latest work, Advaitic Songs, has finally summited and now looks over the whole of creation on the right hand side of the Godhead. As such, seeing OM now, at the height of their meditative spiritual powers is a coup for Glasgae and high priests Cisneros, Amos and Lowe brought the thunder with such righteous and right-on attitudes and achieved and sustained an enlightened state as one and communicated that power through their Orange amps to the masses gathered to stand vigil on their ritual; OM have always been a band of rural darkness, no urbanite could truly grasp their power and their fans hold to this, separate and disparate and coming together only for rituals composed of their heroes, only coming to stand as guardian and observer to these three men who together through the power of massive noise and genuine deep religious terror would transcend physical form and become a single entity; to bear witness to the astral flight.
|Al Cisneros, 'towards someone who works with swans' - alternative rock idol fifty feet tall|
|The transcendancy, the state of non-return, time and space fall abandoned|
|Final abiding image of OM in Glasgae|
And insight gained into empty comprehension,
From the parapets cry for absolution,
Build the world around the newfound understanding.
Written under duress by Steven. All photographs by Steven.
Post script – one confirmed sighting of (Kosmik) James, though he seemed spaced beyond the power of conversation.