This is sort of a music-corner thing and sort of not. I remember reading interviews with a lot of experimental music artists regarding the nature of their work. I'm talking the radical extremes of underground music- sonic compositions that transcend the definition of music and qualify more as experimental soundscapes. Stuff like Merzbow, Boyd Rice and NON, Romain Perrot and Vomir, Stallagh, the Swans, or some of the more radical extremes of experimental black metal and death metal (for example, Emit, Utarm, Mutiilation, Drekavac, Zarach Baal Tharagh- way beyond the "Bigger" black/death metal bands like Obituary and Emperor here.) Most of this stuff is way beyond listenable to most people- in many cases it is literal abrasive noise. I find such recordings interesting, even though it is, admittedly, hard to listen to most of it. One thing I hear over and over again from many of these creators is that their recordings are not intended to be "Art," because, as they explain, art is supposed to be constructive, whereas their works are destructive. They are like scream therapy, like a release of inner dark emotions, emotionally venting their fears, frustrations, and dark feelings through scream therapy, through violent, abrasive anti-music.
I've written and published erotic fiction for another site, and sometimes, created blog posts on this site, where looking back, I may have been guilty of this. These erotic fiction tales, and some of these blog posts, are like a form of catharsis, of living out my darkest and most masochistic BDSM fantasies vicariously through writing, and through the characters in the fiction I create. Like the literary equivalent of the anti-musical sound recordings of Merzbow and the Swans. The problem is, for other people to read this stuff, it can come across as cringy at best, or other times just unreadable. Because each person's kinks, their darker fantasies, are deeply personal, and won't resonate with most people. So I cannot expect people to appreciate some of these posts, which I do (in hindsight) kind of regret; they are, unsurprisingly, often not that well received. But for those who put up with reading them, then, I will thank you for listening.
So I'll end this with a "Music Corner." And no, I'm not going to post a Merzbow or an Emit track here. I won't do that to you guys. That would be sadistic, and I'm too much of a submissive, masochist for that.
Instead I'll give you this:
This is the precursor band that would eventually evolve into Iron Maiden. Steve Harris and Dave Murray play on this, but the rest of the band is unrecognizable: There's some guy named Dennis Wilcock on vocals, a drummer named Ron Matthews, and some random hack on additional guitar. The thing is, they clearly aren't very good. At this point, this is still a hobby band playing dive bars and tiny hole in the wall clubs, and they are several years away from being the heavy metal gods they would become by the mid-1980s. Still you got to start somewhere, and even though the quality isn't that happening, this might be a fun listen for all you Iron Maiden fans out there.